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Chapter 7

Author: Linnea
Two weeks into my new job, I completed my first contract without anyone mentioning my family.

The client asked hard questions. I answered them. We revised two clauses, agreed on the numbers, and shook hands.

It should have been ordinary.

I walked back to my desk feeling as if I had recovered something that belonged to me.

Adrian stopped by with two coffees.

“Well done, Elena.”

Not good for a Moretti. Not surprising for someone who had everything.

Just well done.

My mother had been sending messag
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    It rained all afternoon in Vienna.I left the office with my umbrella open, thinking about the contract I needed to review before Monday. Lukas from our risk team had offered me a ride to the café where several colleagues were meeting us.I saw the black sedan before I saw Luca.He stepped out into the rain without a coat.For a moment, I remembered him at seventeen, waiting outside my school because I’d missed the bus. He had been soaked that day too. I had thought no one would ever make me feel safer.“Elena.”I stopped beneath the office awning.“Luca. What are you doing here?”He seemed to flinch at how calmly I said his name.“Your attorney said you’d received the records.”“I have.”“Bianca’s under investigation. The consortium has withdrawn her award. Your work is credited to you again, and Bellavista is secure.”“Good.”He took a step closer.“Your parents are devastated. They know what they did. Your mother keeps your bracelet beside her bed.”I tightened my grip on the umbrel

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