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Adrian’s POV

Gabriel’s office looked the same as always. Big desk, expensive art, windows overlooking the city. But the air felt different. Heavy, like right before a storm breaks.

Isabelle sat in one of the chairs facing Gabriel’s desk, back straight, hands folded. She didn’t look at me when we walked in. Just stared at the wall, her face pale and tight.

Gabriel stood by the windows, still in yesterday’s suit. Liliana sat on the leather couch, which surprised me. Gabriel usually kept his wife out of family business.

“Sit,” Gabriel said without turning around.

Nikolai and I took the chairs next to Isabelle. The three of us lined up like kids at the principal’s office. I could feel Nikolai next to me, close enough that our shoulders almost touched.

“Isabelle came to see me at six this morning,” Gabriel started, turning around. His face looked carved from stone. “Told me some interesting things about her marriage. About you two.” He gestured at us.

Silence could’ve crushed bones.

“How
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