The penthouse was too quiet that evening.Kael remained in his office. He didn't come out for anything. Not for supper. Not for any reason.I ate by myself. Mrs. Chen left the food on the counter. I picked at it. didn't feel hungry.I heard his door open at nine.Footsteps echoed, followed by the sounds of the bar: glass clinking, liquid pouring.I stayed in my room, avoiding him. I dreaded facing him, unsure what emotion to show or what words to use.The next morning, I woke up early. Six AM. The penthouse was silent, unchanged from the night before.I got dressed, then went to the kitchen.Kael was already there. Coffee in hand. Staring out the window."Morning," I said quietly.He turned. Looked at me. Then looked away quickly."Morning."No other words. Just that.I poured coffee. Sat at the counter. We didn't speak.The silence felt heavy—tense with unspoken feelings. Both of us were anxious, waiting for a conversation neither wanted to start.Finally, he cleared his throat. "Th
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