Amelia’s POV (Third Person)"You're twenty minutes late, Nathan," Amelia said, her voice dropping into the quiet mahogany lounge of the City Central Club like a velvet blade.Amelia remained seated in the leather armchair, calm and composed in her fitted emerald blazer. Her legs were crossed, and a glass of sparkling water sat untouched beside her. Outside, heavy rain hit the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.Nathan Vance Cole stopped at the doorway, his hand still on the brass handle.He looked exhausted. The confidence he had maintained for four years was gone. His tie was loose, his dark hair messy, and deep shadows sat beneath his eyes. Behind him stood his senior defense lawyer, looking pale and uncomfortable as he held his leather briefcase tightly."Amelia," Nathan rasped, his voice rough and stripped of its usual smooth silkiness. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind his attorney, his dark eyes fixed on her with a mixture of disbelief, rage, and frant
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