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... asting a warm, golden glow across the kitchen island where Emily sat, her black hoodie slightly oversized and green shorts rumpled from a morning of sketching.
A month of isolation had softened her edges—raven hair loose in gentle waves, emerald eyes brighter but wary. The knock at the door had come sharp at 5 PM, right on time.
Now, Hellen Jacksen sat across from her on a high stool, legs crossed with effortless poise, her tailored navy suit hugging a frame that screamed power—t ...
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