The office was quiet, unusually so for Damian Cross’s usually bustling headquarters. The evening sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the room in soft gold. Aria sat across from Damian at the long conference table, her hands clasped loosely in her lap, eyes thoughtful.He studied her for a long moment, his usual composure softened by something more personal tonight. There had been no meetings, no calls, no investors demanding immediate answers. Just them—finally alone.“Aria,” he began carefully, voice low, almost hesitant. “Can I ask you something… personal?”She looked up, curiosity in her eyes. “Of course,” she replied softly.He leaned back, fingers steepled, as if weighing his words. “I see you every day—fierce, brilliant, unstoppable. You’re building an empire, leading deals, making decisions that affect thousands… And yet, I can’t help wondering… what do you want? Really want… besides power?”Aria blinked, caught off guard. The question hung in the air, i
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