Lucien:The last of the suited men clasped my hand, his laugh too loud for this early in the morning. The deal was closed, and they were leaving, thinking they’d gotten exactly what they wanted, but in reality, they’d gotten what I allowed.“Pleasure doing business,” I said smoothly, walking them to the door. Marla was there to see them out, professional smile in place.When the door clicked shut, the office was quiet again. Just how I liked it.I crossed to the corner, to the only living thing in this room other than myself — a stubborn little ficus that refused to die despite my travel schedule. I’d formed a habit of watering it every morning thanks to Marla's persistence. Now, I enjoyed doing it. The plant didn’t talk, didn’t scheme, didn’t pretend. It just… lived.I tipped the watering can, letting the stream hit the soil.Just then, Marla’s head popped back in, smiling in that way she always did when she had something she knew I’d appreciate. “She’s here.”I didn’t look up immedi
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