Nathaniel's POV "You talk like Annie doesn't have a choice," I said, leaning back in my chair to look him straight in the eye. Marcus paused, then leaned forward slightly, wearing that calculated smile that irritated me to the core. There was something about him that always suggested he thought he was three steps ahead of everyone else, like he was the only one who could see the whole board. "She has a choice," he said, adjusting his posture. "But it seems something is keeping her in London. Something that's making her hesitate about accepting an opportunity that's clearly better for her career." He leaned forward even more, studying my face with a sharp, probing gaze. It felt like he was dissecting every microexpression, searching for any flicker that might reveal what I really thought. "Would that something be you, Nathaniel?" The question dropped between us like a live bomb. I kept my expression neutral, but inside, it landed like a punch to the gut. "No," I said, tryi
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