Rosalie stood before a particular painting in her gallery. Her soft deep eyes fixed on the artwork. A fur shawl rested over her shoulders, paired with a full-sleeved top, a checkered skirt, and a pair of elegant boots. It was winter again. The painting before her seemed to breathe with emotions. Swirls of deep crimson and muted blue bled into one another, their uneven strokes capturing the ache of longing and the bitterness of loss. At its center, two figures reached for each other, their fingertips almost touching, yet separated by a sea of swirling brushstrokes. The artwork radiated a haunting blend of love, longing, and heartbreak, as though the artist poured every unspoken emotion onto it, transforming the canvas into something far more intimate than art. Rosa’s personal assistant approached her and delivered the message. “Ma’am, Mr. Rutherford wants to meet with you regarding the next deal. Do you want to meet him now?” Rosa glanced over her shoulder and gave the woman a ple
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