ELARA POV The ringing tone was short. "Julian Sterling," a voice answered on the other end, sounding crisp and alert despite the late hour. "It’s Elara Thorne," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I stood by the window, watching the reflection of the silver envelope on the coffee table. There was a brief pause, followed by a low, pleasant chuckle. "I didn't expect you to call so soon, Elara. I take it you received my package?" "I did. Thank you." I paced the length of the living room, my heels clicking softly on the marble. "Is the offer actually real? Alaric said you were only doing it to get back at him." "Alaric thinks the world revolves around his boardroom," Julian replied smoothly. "Does it matter why I offered it if the opportunity is good for you? My firm handles some of the biggest estate transitions in the city. You have the Thorne name and, I assume, the Thorne brains. You’d be an asset, not a charity case." I stopped pacing. "He won't like it. He’s already told
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