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Don’t Blink

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-02 11:08:29

Noah didn’t hear her footsteps.

He didn’t have to.

The door opened with a hushed slide — smart glass reacting to her executive clearance, then sealing behind her with a silent hiss. She moved like a whisper across marble: deliberate, crisp, no wasted motion.

Rae Quinn.

Perfectly composed in black. Hair tied in a low knot. Dark slate blouse, no jewelry but the platinum cuff at her wrist. She carried no bag. No tablet. No coat. Just a presence sharp enough to gut silence.

Noah didn’t look up at f
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