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Forty-One: Mise en Place for the Soul
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2025-06-23 08:30:35Lillium Roosevelt
The elevator doors slid open with their signature, hushed whisper—polished steel giving way to gleaming marble. I stepped out first, greeted by the subtle scent of bergamot and spice that always clung to the air inside Adam’s penthouse. It was a scent that spoke of money, power, and a life I’d only ever glimpsed from the outside.James and two of Adam’s men followed behind me, each carrying bags from the supermarket. Grocery bags. Something as mundane as that felt strangely out of place in this opulent setting. We moved in quiet, organized motion across the long hallway, toward the kitchen that sat at the heart of this glass fortress above the city.When I entered, I paused at the threshold. My breath caught for a moment.It still took me by surprise.This kitchen was something straight out of a cooking show. Sleek, modern lines. Glossy black counters reflecting the cityscape twinkling below. A marble island stretching w
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