"Sit down."Valduz did.Violetta immediately started fixing his hair with quick, efficient movements, like she was annoyed the world kept falling apart long enough to interrupt her work.Across the room, Perry's keyboard clicked nonstop.Fast.Sharp.Loud enough to scrape against Valduz's nerves.The apartment felt too bright.Too awake.No one here seemed to know how to relax anymore."How is home?" Valduz asked, mostly to break the pressure building inside his head."As bad as expected," Violetta answered without looking at him. "Power struggles. Old rules. Men pretending the world still works the way it did fifty years ago.""Traditionalists," Perry muttered from across the room.Her fingers never stopped typing."They want control without understanding how much the world has already changed.""I get that," Valduz said quietly.Violetta snorted."My father still thinks he's in charge."There was no heat in her voice.Just cold irritation."He isn't.""You talked to him?""A few tim
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