The next day was Philip's birthday.Phoebe got up early. She showered, washed her hair, dried it, and then walked straight to the walk-in closet without bothering to put anything on yet.She trailed a hand along the neatly hung clothes, stopping on a sharp white set with a sleeveless top and matching shorts in the same crisp fabric. The cut was flawless—clean, simple, and strikingly powerful when worn.This was her outfit of choice.Yesterday, when she left the office, she had glanced at the outfit Connor had picked for her. It was a soft pink dress—gentle, ladylike, and completely harmless.She didn't like it at all. In fact, the gift and the clothes were still at the company. She hadn't brought any of them home.After making her decision, Phoebe changed into the outfit. She pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and added silver stud earrings. The silver suited her perfectly. It was cool, sharp, and distant. Soft and gentle had never been her thing.She applied a light smatt
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