The phone vibrated against his thigh. A harsh, mechanical buzzing that felt like a drill against his bone.Sophia.It had to be Sophia. She was thousands of miles away, probably sitting in some sterile, overpriced hotel suite, executing their flawless, strategic plan for him to take back the company.He didn’t answer it.He didn’t even pull the phone out of his pocket to check the caller ID. He just stood there in the dark, cavernous kitchen, staring completely blankly at the spot on the marble counter where Diane had just been standing. The heavy, intoxicating scent of her orange blossom perfume was still hanging in the cold air, completely suffocating him. It coated the back of his throat. It tasted like absolute ruin.The vibration finally stopped. It timed out, leaving behind a heavy, crushing silence that was somehow infinitely worse.Marcus turned around and walked out of the kitchen. His legs felt entirely hollow. Walking up the grand, sweeping staircase of the villa felt like
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