Coffee POV They think I didn’t know. That’s the part that almost makes me laugh. I sit alone in my office long after everyone else has gone, the city spread out beneath me like something I built with my own hands. Glass. Steel. Light. Order. Proof. I replay the conversation again, not because I need clarity, but because repetition sharpens truth. She wasn’t alone. Antonio’s men stepped in immediately. Protected. The word irritates me. Minah doesn’t need protection. She needs remembering. I lift the glass and take a slow drink, letting the burn settle. Whiskey is grounding. It reminds me that control still exists, even when people pretend it doesn’t. She let him come to her home. That’s what matters. Not the men. Not the guards. Him. Antonio. A brute dressed in refinement. A man who built power on fear and blood and thinks that makes him something to admire. I scoff at the idea of him even belonging in the same space as her. Men like that don’t understand Mi
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