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SUVs rolled into the driveway one after another, their engines humming low like a warning. Vera sat quietly in the kitchen, nibbling at her food without much appetite.

It surprised her—Roman never brought work home. In fact, he hated mixing his personal space with his business. But today felt different. Urgent. She peeked through the kitchen window when the sound of doors slamming caught her attention. A group of armed men stepped out, their movements sharp and disciplined.

Among them, a tall man emerged, his long dark hair tied back. He wore a long black coat, his presence commanding without saying a word.

Roman was already outside, walking toward him. Vera couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Roman’s posture told her everything—this man was important. Whoever he was, he carried an aura that made even Roman act differently. Less dismissive. More... respectful.

Vera’s curiosity got the better of her. She quietly moved from one window to another, trying to get a better look. But fr