I chose a simple black cocktail dress. It was silk that hugged my frame, ending just above the knee.As I exited the large front doors of my father's Mansion, I saw it.A brand-new Lamborghini Revuelto, finished in a red so vibrant it looked like a fresh wound.My father stood beside the hood, his hands tucked into his pockets. He looked at the car, then at me, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. He held up a key."To a new start?" he offered. It was a peace offering, wrapped in several hundred thousand dollars of Italian engineering."Thanks," I said, my voice flat as I reached for the keys."But you shouldn’t have, Dad. How would it look if the CEO’s assistant showed up in a Lamborghini? It’s a bit... much for a personal assistant, don't you think?"My father’s smile widened;"Nah, it suits you. You’re going to be late," he said.I didn't argue. I climbed in, and the smell of "new" hit. I pressed the start button. The V12 engine didn't just turn on; it came to life, a roa
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