The urgent call from Marcel turned out to be strictly work-related, though it came at the worst possible time imaginable. A major client from New York—one Nathan had spent years carefully cultivating, had suddenly requested a face-to-face meeting, insisting emphatically that it had to be Nathan himself. Marcel had explained everything carefully over the phone, his tone respectful but strained, aware of how delicate the situation was with Nathan's current emotional state."Sir, this client doesn't take postponements lightly," Marcel had said, pacing anxiously in his office. "If we delay too long, they might pull out completely. We could lose the entire account."Nathan had stood by the hotel window, staring down at the glowing city below, his reflection faintly visible in the glass. His mind was elsewhere: on Charlotte, on Caleb, on everything slipping through his fingers like sand."Reschedule it," Nathan said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion."Sir—""I said reschedule it," Nath
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