I spent the morning waiting, nerves knotted tight in my stomach, wondering what Zayne had planned for me and why he wanted to see me.At 10:06 a.m., my phone lit up with a message.Step outside. My driver’s waiting.I put on my shoes and opened the door. Parked at the curb was a black Range Rover, gleaming under the morning sun. A man in his late thirties stepped out as soon as he saw me. His suit was crisp, his movements precise, every gesture carrying quiet professionalism.“Miss Mira,” he said, opening the back door with a practiced ease.The formality of it all felt strange, but I nodded politely, returned his greeting, and climbed into the back seat.The ride was quiet. After that initial greeting, the driver didn’t speak again, and I was grateful. My nerves were still there, curling low in my stomach, but not nearly as raw as the last time I’d been driven to Zayne’s. Then, I was broken. This time, I was alert, curious.When we turned into the gated estate, I actually noticed it.
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