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Chapter 24: The Ghost in the Machine

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last update Date de publication: 2026-02-05 02:26:33

The private elevator didn’t just move; it lunged. The sensation of rising at high velocity mirrored the frantic thrum of my pulse. We were barely five floors up when Julian’s restraint finally snapped. He didn’t wait for the doors to open. He shoved me against the mirrored wall of the lift, the cool glass a sharp contrast to the furnace of his body.

"You were magnificent in there," he growled, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "I’ve never seen a boardroom look so terrified of a woman in a
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