**Lucian’s POV** The conference room on the thirty-second floor felt smaller than usual, the air thick with the scent of fresh coffee, expensive leather, and the faint metallic tang of tension that always seemed to follow Mia into any room she entered. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the late-afternoon city skyline, but the golden light did nothing to soften the edges of the people gathered around the long mahogany table. My lawyer, Marcus Hale, sat to my right, hi silver hair impeccably combed, suit crisp, pen poised over a legal pad like a weapon. Across from us, Davis’s attorney, a sharp-eyed woman named Rachel Chen, tapped her stylus against her tablet in a steady rhythm that matched the pulse in my temples. Davis himself sat beside her, shoulders rigid, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jump every few seconds. Mia occupied the opposite side like she owned the space, her legs crossed, arms folded, dark hair pulled into a severe ponytail that did nothing to hide th
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