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Chapter 322: A Life We’re Building
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... screen flashed 12:47 PM.
His coffee had gone cold hours ago.
The office around him had shifted into a quieter rhythm—keyboards softer, conversations lower, the kind of lull that only existed before the afternoon storm.
A knock sounded against the glass.
Noel looked up.
It was Elias.
Mid-thirties, always sharp, always carrying himself like he belonged in every room he walked into.
They’d worked together long enough that formality had faded i ...
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