THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Morning sunlight spilled generously through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Reid’s apartment, painting the marble kitchen in warm gold. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, sharp and comforting. James was already there. He stood at the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, calmly buttering toast like he owned the place, which, in a way, he practically did. A tablet rested beside him, flashing through reports as if this were just another boardroom and not Reid’s private kitchen. Reid leaned against the counter opposite him, skimming something on his phone, relaxed, quiet. The front door clicked open. Natalie stepped in, dressed in soft pastel tones, effortlessly curated to look “natural.” Her hair fell in loose waves, makeup minimal but strategic. She paused the moment she saw James. Her smile froze. Just for half a second. Then it bloomed again, wide and sweet, almost painfully so. “Oh,” she said lightly. “Good morning.”
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