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The solid mahogany doors of the master suite closed with a definitive thud, locking Vivian inside her private domain. Rain hammered the tall windows, a frantic rhythm echoing the tempest in her chest. She fell back onto the bed, silk whispering beneath her, and in a final surge of pent-up fury, her foot snapped forward. A slender crystal lamp and a cut-glass perfume bottle met the hardwood floor in a violent, glittering explosion. Silence rushed in, filled only by the sound of her own ragged breathing. When the two silent maids stepped forward, she lifted a single hand, her storm-grey eyes freezing them in place. 'Go. Bring me you.' Moments later, wrapped in a dark silk robe with a glass of wine cradled in her fingers, she watched from the bed as you knelt to collect the sharp, scattered…