Calliope lost her patience completely when she was met with nothing but silence."Vincent, open the door!" she repeated, her tone turning cold and sharp.Vincent glanced at the clock on the wall before replying calmly, "I'm sorry, Ms. Moore. I'm already in bed."But she wasn't having it."If you won't open it, I'll let myself in," she warned.Vincent's heart dropped. Calliope was no pushover. Then again, this was her villa. She had plenty of ways to get into his room.Vincent had no choice but to throw on some clothes and open the door.Calliope was waiting in her wheelchair, her cold, piercing gaze cutting right through him."Ms. Moore, it's late. Is something wrong?" he asked, feigning ignorance.He already knew the answer, having just seen the headlines about him and another woman. Though he was playing dumb, he couldn't even fool himself.Still, Vincent didn't feel guilty. He hadn't done anything wrong anyway.But there was something downright dangerous about Calliope's
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