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CHAPTER 6:The Penthouse

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The penthouse didn't feel like a home. It felt like a chess board, and Alina was already standing on the wrong square.

The car had brought her here in silence — her suitcase in the boot, the newspaper clipping still folded in her coat pocket, forty-eight floors rising above her before she could decide how she felt about any of it. The building's lobby had marble floors so clean she could see her reflection in them. There was a man at the desk who looked at her with the specific blankness of st
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