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Torreto Relents

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POV: Calvin

Silence stretched longer than I thought humanly possible.

The kind of silence that didn’t just sit in a room - it pressed down on you. Heavy. Measured. Like Torreto was giving the air itself permission to breathe again.

I stayed where I was.

Still kneeling. My knees ached. My suit was wrinkled. My throat felt raw.

But I didn’t move..

I kept my gaze steady on his polished desk, his still hands, the unreadable look in his eyes.

Finally, he spoke.

“Stand.”

The word cut through the air like a thread snapping.

It wasn’t loud. Wasn’t barked. Just low. Sharp. Final.

I stood.

Slowly. Carefully.

My joints protested, and every inch of my body screamed for rest, but I stood anyway. Shoulders square. Heart pounding.

Torreto walked around the desk. Each step sounded like a decision being made.

“You have my daughter’s heart,” he said.

I swallowed.

“That should terrify me,” he continued. “But what terrified me more is knowing she chose someone I didn’t respect.”

He stopped in front of m
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