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Jester Advice
In the day that followed their encounter at the charity gala, Abaddon found himself in uncharted territory. He was a man accustomed to power, control, and getting what he wanted, but with Aurelia, it was different. He could not simply demand her attention or buy her affection like he was used to doing with other women.
His mind was consumed with thoughts of her, and he found himself in the opulent setting of his office. The air was thick with the aroma of high-end cigars and the smooth taste of expensive bourbon. Abaddon, exuding an air of calculated coldness, sat in his leather chair, puffing on a cigar, while Axel, the playful jester, lounged across from him.
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