The digital display on the bedside clock read 7:30 AM. Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the morning sun was just beginning to burn through a thin layer of coastal mist, painting the steel and glass of the financial district in pale, golden light.For the first time in his life, Noah did not wake up with his chest tight and his mind racing through a mental checklist of unmitigated risks, hostile takeovers, or defensive maneuvers. There were no urgent encrypted messages flashing on his phone. There were no pending audits, no hostile shareholders, and no ghost from the Hayes family legacy waiting in the shadows to strike.There was only the quiet, rhythmic hum of the apartment's climate control, the soft rustle of high-thread-count cotton sheets, and the heavy, grounding weight of an arm thrown casually across his waist.Noah shifted slightly, turning his head against the down pillow. Vance lay beside him, fast asleep, his dark hair slightly rumpled against
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