Seraphina's POVThe moment I stepped off the plane and into the jet bridge, a gust of damp, cold wind smacked me right in the face. I shivered involuntarily - completely woke me up. Whatever sleepiness was left disappeared in an instant.Suddenly, I felt a weight on my shoulders. A man's blazer, still warm from the body heat, was draped over me.Sebastian was standing just half a step behind.I glanced down at the expensive dark jacket, my fingers twitching, tempted to shrug it off and hand it back."Just keep it on, Seraphina," I heard him say behind me. His voice was calm and composed, but there was a subtle rasp in it, like static breaking through a rainy night. "If you catch a cold, productivity takes a hit."Hard to argue with that kind of logic.So I left the jacket on, took the umbrella Mia handed over, and followed the others into the damp London night. Rain mist still managed to sneak under the umbrella, landing cold and shar
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