The city streets glistened with the remnants of an earlier rain, the wet asphalt reflecting neon signs like liquid jewels. Lauren was briskly walking toward a boutique she had been tasked to review for a client, her heels clicking on the pavement in steady rhythm. She barely noticed the drizzle that had begun again, pressing her coat tighter against her shoulders.“You’re late.” The voice was smooth, measured, carrying that familiar irritation that always made her bristle, no matter how much she tried to suppress it.Lauren looked up. Victor Kane stood, arms crossed, his expression a mixture of impatience and something else she couldn’t quite identify. Why does she always have to meet with him?“Traffic,” she replied evenly, her lips twitching into a small, restrained smile. “And rain.”Victor’s gaze lingered a second too long, as if weighing whether her excuses were truth or pretense. “Sure,” he said finally, stepping aside. “Come in.”The café was warm and dimly lit, a stark contras
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