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I Love You

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-05-18 22:56:54

CELESTINE'S POV:

I am in my office at Valancourt Holdings, going over some documents, when Lysander shows up unannounced with lunch. It is a Tuesday afternoon and I have work to do, deals to review, decisions to make, and I have been staring at the same spreadsheet for twenty minutes without really seeing it.

He does not knock. He never knocks. He just pushes the door open and walks in like he owns the place, which technically he does not but everyone here is too afraid of him to say anything.
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