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Chapter Ninety-Three:The confession And The Release

Author: Q.Monroe
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The Confession and the Release

The day ended not with strategy or power plays, but with a profound, aching quiet.

Ariella and Lucien found themselves in their private quarters, the large room feeling both intimate and impossibly vast after the chaos. Ariella was changed into soft clothes, the harsh formality of the corporation shed with the day’s responsibilities. She was exhausted, yet wired, the weight of the massive ledger still pressing against her mind.

Lucien emerged from the dressing room. He wasn't in his usual attire; he wore a simple t-shirt and sweats—clothing that signaled vulnerability more than wealth. He carried two tumblers of dark liquid, one of which he offered to Ariella.

"Whiskey," he said simply. "For settling the noise."

She accepted it. The scent of smoke and warmth was immediate. She took a slow sip. It burned, but the heat was grounding.

"We did well today," she observed, moving toward the window. The city lights were a glittering shield against the darkness,
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