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... ing through the tall windows like molten gold—warm, soft, and utterly incongruous with the cold, controlled storm currently moving through him.
He leaned back in his black leather chair, the fine hide squeaking faintly beneath his weight, his fingertips tapping lightly against the polished desk. He replayed the morning in his mind: Eloise’s staggering defiance. Her fire. The moment she had looked him dead in the eyes and said no, refusing to remove the pathetic gold chain.
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