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Unanswered Questions
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2026-09-05 00:00:40Lyvanne’s POV…
The soft hum of the air conditioner filled my office as silence settled between us. Rovan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with one hand tucked into his pocket, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored black suit. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the polished floor, making the room feel warmer than it actually was. I closed the file I'd been pretending to read and leaned back in my chair. “So…”
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