Lyara’s POV.The intercom buzzed twice before Heather’s voice came through, tight. “Adrian Cross is downstairs. No appointment. He’s asking to see you.”The red pen in my hand froze mid-stroke.Shock hit like ice water down my spine. For half a second my chest locked up and I forgot how to breathe. Adrian. Downstairs. Now. After five years, no calls, no warnings, just his name dropping into my office like a bomb.I didn’t look up from the contract. Couldn’t. If I moved, Heather would hear it in my voice. The ink bled into the paper where the pen stopped, a dark, ugly blot spreading across the clause I’d just been reading.“Adrian Cross,” Heather repeated, slower this time. Like I hadn’t heard. Like she knew I needed it said twice to make it real.I paused. My pulse was suddenly loud in my ears, thudding against my throat. The blot kept growing. I stared at it until it burned into my vision.Then I forced the pen to move again. Sharp, deliberate. I finished signing my name with a fl
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