AriaHis office was a reflection of the man himself, orderly, controlled, everything aligned to the inch. Not a single paper out of place on the desk. Not a single frame hung crooked on the wall. I used to find that quality reassuring, back when I still believed order meant safety.“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the chair across from him. “Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee?”“No, thank you.” I sat, crossed my legs, folded my hands in my lap like a woman with nothing to hide. “I won’t take up much of your time.”He settled behind his desk and studied me the way he used to study contracts, looking for the clause that would cost him later. His eyes were the same gray I remembered. Sharp. Assessing. Missing nothing. I’d seen those eyes look at me with contempt once, and, for one unbearable heartbeat, years ago, with something I’d let myself believe was desire.Now they looked at me like I was a stranger who happened to be sitting in his office.Good, I told myself. That’s what y
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