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The low hum of the event room was thick with unspoken threats. My grip tightened on you's wrist, my voice a gravelly warning that cut through the noise. *I looked like a jealous lover, not her employer.* I guided her away from Luca, my gaze sharp and disapproving. On the balcony, she hovered near the edge, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. "What are you doing?" I asked, a cold weight dropping in my stomach. "Just seeing if the fall would be worth it," she said. Frustration simmered under my skin. Three years of her steadfast loyalty, of her pulling me back from the brink—*she's the one I want.* "You've always had a smart mouth," I said, my voice rough with everything I couldn't say.