Day Twenty-Nine.The memory of Silas kneeling on the bedroom carpet was a ghost that refused to be exorcised. All morning, as I sat in my glass-walled office at Orion Strategies, my mind replayed the image of his bowed head. The "detox" was supposed to be a flawless, impenetrable armor. It was designed to withstand his arrogance, his wealth, and his anger. But it wasn't built to withstand his absolute, devastating humility. The cold, protective logic I relied on was beginning to crack, flooded by a profound, undeniable sorrow.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky over the financial district was the color of bruised iron. A torrential downpour lashed against the glass, blurring the city into a wash of gray. I was staring blankly at a digital logistics map when the polished steel doors of my private elevator chimed. I expected my assistant, Chloe, delivering the afternoon espresso. Instead, Julian Thorne stepped onto the fiftieth floor. He was dressed impeccably in a tailor
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