CADE ESTATE Rain glazed the glass walls of the Cade estate in a steady rhythm — soft, deliberate and almost hypnotic. The house itself sat on the ridge like a god watching over Los Angeles, its marble veins catching every strike of lightning and holding it prisoner. Ethan Cade stood at the far end of the room, a dark silhouette against the city’s fractured light. His reflection looked back at him from the window — the same sharp jaw, the same calm menace. His tie was loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled, his drink untouched. Behind him, Sienna entered quietly, barefoot, her cream silk robe whispering as she moved. She paused when she saw him — the stillness, the restraint — and for a moment, she didn’t dare break it. Then, in that smooth, familiar voice, he spoke. “Tell me,” Ethan said without turning, “how’s our charming Ms. Voss?” Sienna stopped mid-step. “She’s… careful,” she said slowly. “Elusive.” “Careful,” Ethan repeated, tasting the word. “Is that what we’re calling it now
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