Amara’s POVThe morning after Adrian’s return felt different. The "Grey Wall" of the staff had crumbled, replaced by a frantic, terrifying efficiency. My tea was piping hot at exactly 8:00 AM. My studio was spotless, the stained table polished until it gleamed like a mirror.But the silence that followed was even heavier. I realized that Adrian hadn't just defended me; he had weaponized the house. They didn't respect me more; they just feared him more.I was in my studio, staring at the empty space where the emerald silk had been, when the door opened. Adrian didn't knock. He never did. He stepped inside, looking refreshed in a crisp navy suit, holding a leather-bound folder and a small, magnetic keycard."We need to discuss the boundaries," he said, skipping any greeting."I thought we did that. Article 7, right? No feelings, no babies, no life," I said, not turning away from the window."The media leak changed the parameters. We’re being watched closer than ever. My security team fo
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