The partition in the stretch Lincoln limousine slowly rose, sealing off the driver's cabin. The rear compartment became a private, silent world, smelling of leather and faint cologne.As soon as the privacy glass clicked shut, Harper collapsed. She kicked off her crystal heels, slouching into the soft leather seat like a deflated balloon."I am dead," she groaned, rubbing her ankles. Gone was the fierce Queen who had just silenced a room full of elites. Now, she was just a tired girl with sore feet."Did you see Julian's face, Boss?" Harper grinned, her eyes sparkling. "It was darker than a burnt pot! And Elena looked like she swallowed a fly! That was amazing!"She waved her hands excitedly, reliving the victory.Sebastian leaned back, watching her. The cold, imperious mask he wore at the party melted away. "Hn," he hummed a soft agreement.Suddenly, his brow furrowed. His hand, resting on his knee, clenched tight. His knuckles turned white.Harper, who was in the middle of imitating
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