Daphne's POV The hallway of the luxury hotel was silent, too clean, too still—like the air was holding its breath.I followed the receptionist’s directions, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. My heart was beating as though it wanted to break out of my ribcage.I held my small purse close, not for protection, but for comfort. Every step brought me closer to something she never imagined doing.Room 807.I raised my hand to knock, but before I could, the door creaked open from inside.Warm light spilled out, illuminating a tall figure leaning on the edge of the doorway. His tie was loose, his blazer abandoned somewhere behind him. A half-finished drink hung from his fingers.His eyes were slightly unfocused, but intense.“You’re... the girl?” he asked, voice deep and low, thick with drink.My throat went dry. I only managed a stiff nod.He stepped aside wordlessly, letting me in. The room smelled of cologne and whiskey. The lights were dimmed to a moody hue, and the curt
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