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... anged this meeting. Despite his discomfort, Tristan displayed a semblance of proper decorum. For a fleeting moment, I felt a faint sense of camaraderie.
And then, he shattered it.
“Ha... Let’s not waste each other’s time.”
...My opinion of him dropped before it could even fully form.
After sparing me the briefest glance, Tristan slumped into his chair, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. From my perspective, all I could see was his chiseled jawline and ...
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