Denise’s POVThere was a door directly across from the painting room. I hadn’t noticed it before, or maybe I had and just ignored it. But now, standing there, something inside me whispered that this was it.Luca’s office.My heart began to beat faster.I glanced around quickly, making sure no one was in the hallway, then reached for the handle. I opened the door slowly, silently, like I was afraid the room itself might scream if I moved too fast.And there it was.I was right.I slipped inside and closed the door behind me, careful not to make a sound. The office was large and dark, nothing like the painting room. No warmth. No softness. Everything here felt heavy. Powerful. Dangerous. Dark wood shelves lined the walls, filled with files and folders. A massive desk sat in the center, clean and organized, with a sleek computer resting on top.This was Luca’s world.I swallowed.For a moment, I just stood there, listening to my own breathing, my ears straining for footsteps outside the
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