FIONA ASHFORD POVLiving under Gideon Mercer’s roof was like stepping into a beautifully designed, high-security gold cage.For the past two weeks, my life had settled into a quiet, intense routine. I spent my days in the west wing of his sprawling estate, sorting through his private art collection, cataloging rare oil paintings, and organizing auction files. Gideon was a ghost during the day, running his massive empire from high-rise office buildings across the city, but the moment the sun dipped below the horizon, his presence took over the entire house.He was a strict, unyielding control freak. He liked his coffee at exactly 180°F, his files organized by date rather than artist name, and his silence respected.But at night, when the rest of the staff had gone to sleep, the boundaries we built during the day began to fray.It always started in the library. I would be sitting at the long mahogany table, surrounded by heavy art history books and restoration logs, when he would walk i
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