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“I didn’t ask you to leave,” she muttered, tracking back on her words. It would have been easier staying with Xavier, but dealing with his sister was like moving from one chaos to another.

“You don’t walk out on me when I’m still talking.”

This time, he walked toward her, stopping right in front of her until they were face to face.

“I am not those men, Annabelle. And no one is talking about seeing anyone naked. I was just reminding you to knock next time. This is my room, and I deserve my priva
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    Layla handed the sealed documents to the dispatch rider, reminding him who the package was for. He nodded, showing he understood every instruction, before taking his leave.She couldn’t deliver it herself, so she had arranged for it to be sent. Just as she had promised, it wouldn’t go past today. She was certain he would still be at the office, even though it was already evening.Layla turned on her heels and walked back into the gallery. It had been a fulfilling day—the number of visitors and the joy of showing them her work left her upbeat.She entered the room where her employees were waiting and stepped inside. They all nodded respectfully as she took her seat.“Let’s get down to work,” she began. “There’s a piece I want each of you to attempt. This one will show me if you’re ready to take your art to another level.”One of them raised her hand, cutting in gently.“I’m sorry, ma’am, I have a question.”“Go ahead.”“The last piece we submitted—does that mean it passed? You haven’t

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    The smell of fresh raindrops filled her nose. She paused, inhaling every bit of it, a soft smile resting on her face. It had rained heavily the night before, and Layla hadn’t been able to sleep. She had been lost in her thoughts, hoping to come to a decision.By dawn, she was already in the gym, working out alone. After briefly gazing outside, the scent of rain lingering in the air, she took a deep breath, adjusted her footing, and turned toward the exit.When she got to her room, she quickly showered and changed into a burgundy two-piece outfit.She checked her watch—it was 5 a.m.As she ascended the stairs, she ran into her brother, dressed in his gym outfit, yawning as he descended.He paused midway, his mouth still open from the yawn, staring at her—already dressed for the office—while he was just about to head to the gym.She chuckled softly and continued downstairs, but he quickly caught up with her.“Good morning, brother.”“Wait, pookie.” He grabbed her hand, making her stop.

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