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CHAPTER 54.

Aвтор: Whyte child
last update publish date: 2026-07-19 23:55:15

I shower quickly under hot water that steams the mirror, and dress with purpose: a tailored blouse, fitted trousers, and a warm coat for the chill. Today is the rescheduled meeting.

Today I prove I’m here for the work, not the complications.

Breakfast is quiet. Dante is already in the dining area when I arrive, coffee in hand, his presence filling the space with that steady authority. Our eyes meet briefly nd i feel a flush creep up my neck, remembering the fantasy, the way his dominant tone o
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