Chapter 12: Small Things Normally when she woke up she was always in a hurry to leave the penthouse but for some reason this morning, she took her time getting up from the bed, a phrase came to her, "when the cat's away the mouse would play", probably because Damien's overbearing aura wasn't around. Which was normal. Expected. The contract said eight hours and Damien was always gone mostly by that time or she had ran off, she didn't want to examine her reasons, he was probably three meetings into his day before most people had opened their eyes. She knew this. It was expected. What she had not expected was the smell. Eggs. Toast. Something warm and specific, she took a deep breath, coffee, those smell had no business existing in a penthouse that had previously smelled exclusively of expensive cologne and marble and the particular emptiness of a place where someone lived without really living. Liora sat up slowly. Stared at the empty doorway. Then got out of bed. The kitchen
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