**Nora** I stared at the blank walls of my new office, fingers still tingling from taping my name to the door. The morning after nothing had left me raw. Sterling’s unfinished words from last night still echoed in my head. My heart hadn’t slowed since. I refused to let it mean anything. This was business. A contract. I would work, stay invisible on my own terms, and survive. A knock sounded on the office door. I straightened in the chair. “Come in.” Sterling stepped inside carrying a large flat box. He looked fresh in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, the scar on his knuckles catching the light. No tie. No suit jacket. He seemed more real like this, less like the cold heir from the photos. He set the box on the desk without a word. “What’s this?” I asked, suspicion rising fast. “Art collection. Family pieces. Some need authentication.” His voice stayed even, but his eyes watched me closely. “The contract says you consult on family assets. This is part of it.” I opened the box.
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