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Chapter 8: Shifting Tides
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2025-06-04 03:30:15The morning after the gala, Blackwood Tower was oddly silent. Not in the absence-of-people sense, but in the way a storm quiets just before it breaks. Somewhere on the 36th floor, Liam leaned over a glass conference table, poring over contracts, his tie loosened, his espresso untouched.
“Your brother’s charming, in that recklessly unpredictable way,” Camille said as she walked in without knocking, holding a tablet and sipping from a matte black tumbler. She stopped beside him and tapped the screen. “Q3 reports came in. Clean. But PR flagged your rooftop speech. Apparently, you 'almost smiled.'”Liam didn’t look up. “Tell them I’ll try harder to disappoint next time.”She gave a short laugh. “You okay?”He finally glanced at her. “Since when do you ask?”“Since you left the gala early, didn’t drink, and spoke to exactly one woman longer than a minute—and it wasn’t your mother.”Liam’s jaw flexed. “Amara is not a problem.”
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