The morning air had a crisp edge to it, sharp enough to feel like a warning.I didn’t want to be on edge, but by now, it was second nature. Every ring of my phone, every unexpected knock, every notification carried the possibility of Lydia. She had learned, I realized, that subtlety could unsettle just as much as spectacle.I stepped into the office, already aware of the extra eyes that lingered on me—curious glances, whispered conversations paused as I walked past. Nothing concrete, nothing public. Yet the unease was palpable. Someone was testing the boundaries we had so carefully drawn.Adrian was already at the desk, scanning through reports, phone in hand. His sharp features were tense, jaw tight, eyes darting occasionally toward the door.“She’s crossed a line,” he said before I even sat down.I frowned. “What line?”“Someone tried to approach you on your way here,” he said. “Not someone casual. Someone Lydia paid to make sure you noticed. A subtle warning. They didn’t touch you.
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