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... e she belonged there.
The space was dimly lit but sleek—polished floors, low murmuring conversations, and traders dressed in luxury that didn’t exist in the lower levels. No sweat-stained uniforms or patchwork scavenger gear. This was wealth. Controlled. Intentional.
Ava kept her pace steady, shoulders back, chin up. Lucas drilled it into her before she left. Act like you own the place. Like you’re the one people should be approaching. Confidence sells power.
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