The rain had finally stopped, leaving the morning sky over the city a bruised, stormy purple.Inside the top floor office of Sterling Enterprises, Lucian had not slept a single wink. He stood by his massive desk, a glass of untouched whiskey in his hand, staring blindly at the city below. His mind was a toxic loop of the night before: Zara's cold eyes, Julian's protective hand on her waist, and that tiny beige jacket.Julian's nephew.The heavy office doors clicked open. Marcus stepped inside, carrying a thick manila folder and a silver tablet. He looked exhausted, having spent the entire night tearing apart firewalls and bribing hotel staff."You look terrible, Marcus," Lucian muttered, not turning around. "Tell me it was worth it.""Sir," Marcus said, his voice unusually tight. He walked up to the desk and placed the folder down. "You were right not to trust them."Lucian turned slowly. He set the whiskey glass down. "Explain."Marcus opened the folder. "I ran a deep-level backgroun
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