The rain had slowed, but the city was still slick with it—pavement glowing in the amber cast of streetlamps, air heavy with the smell of wet asphalt and smoke. Inside the glass-paneled high-rise, warmth hummed against the night. Music low, amber lights reflecting in polished floors, a quiet meant only for those who knew how to savor it.Elena Vargas wasn’t savoring it.She was tense, shoulders drawn tight under the silk of her blouse, pacing in her heels as if the floor were burning her. She wasn’t supposed to be here, not in this tower where men like Dominic Hale made and unmade empires with signatures. She was supposed to be on the other side of the city, head down, unremarkable, working through files and numbers that no one would ever remember.Yet here she was, because he had noticed her.Dominic Hale didn’t notice people the way ordinary men did. He consumed them. When his attention landed on someone, they felt it like a hand pressing against their skin, demanding they bare thems
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