SophiaDaniel Kim arrived at noon exactly.I watched him from the upper landing as he came through the front door — tall, composed, wearing a suit with the ease of someone who had never needed clothes to feel confident. He had the kind of face that would age into authority. Sharp cheekbones, intelligent dark eyes, a stillness to his expression that I recognized now as something practiced rather than natural.He had been practicing stillness in Ethan's proximity for ten years.I came down the stairs as Marcus escorted him to the sitting room. Daniel looked up when he heard my steps. He stopped moving for exactly half a second when he saw me.Good.I smiled at him. "Mr. Kim.""Ms. Reed," he said. Smooth recovery. Quick recalibration. He glanced from me to Marcus and back. Processing.Ethan was already in the sitting room when we entered. He was standing by the window — not behind the desk, not seated in a position of deliberate authority. Just standing there, looking out at the grounds,
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