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That was the first red flag. Inside were six visual files: mockups of print ads, digital banners, and one short-form video prototype. But they didn’t look right. The images were cold. Stark. Nothing sensual, nothing emotional. Not the aesthetic she designed at all. Instead of shadowed perfume bottles or implied intimacy, the visuals were abstract clinical. Symmetrical patterns. A grayscale woman’s face with no eyes. Geometric overlays pulsing around a glowing symbol that almost looked like… A target. Aria leaned in, frowning.

"I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." He arrived looking carefully neutral. We didn't hug or touch or do any of the intimate things we'd been doing before Wednesday's disaster. We just... existed in the same space professionally. The color corrections were the final piece of the campaign before full launch. Shadows and tones and emotional resonance translated through visual medium. Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications.

Then, the entire office erupted in laughter that had been bottled up for far too long. Victor's humiliation was total. He pointed at me, then at the camera. His lips trembled, but no sound came out. I looked at him without expression and blinked a few times, my eyes slightly dry. "Beep! Employee Nathan Gray detected. High-frequency blinking activates ocular muscles and relieves visual fatigue. Classified as rest. Reward: 50." The laughter grew even louder. Claire, sitting beside me, covered her mouth. Her shoulders shook, and her eyes sparkled with amusement.

- C My vision went black.

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Taylor's POV I look at him with a blank look and say, "You wanna talk, then talk. But before that, please take your hands away from me." He looks at his arms and pulls away saying, "Ugh... sorry about that. I wasn't in my right mind." I raise my eyebrow, "I don't care. Start talking quickly, or else I am going, I have somewhere to be." He looks at me with his shiny blue eyes which I admire and love a lot and look away before I let my guard down.

There were many windows here and there in every storey. Walking inside the building, I noticed that the interior looked much better than the exterior; the interior had a much classier look with paintings and pictures hung almost everywhere. A sofa set with a big T.V was kept on the left side. I didn't think anyone used the T.V often as everyone had their phones 24/7 with them. The staircase was in the opposite direction to us, on the left side.

She maintained silence for a while as if she didn't buy it. "If you say so,” she nodded. "Now let's get to business, shall we?" I nodded and without further thoughts, we both alighted from the vehicle. I was instantly welcomed with a strong scent of Ginger. A potential weakness of Vampires. This was Damian's way of welcoming me to his Pack. The Crimson Prowlers Pack. This was his way of showing how much he hates and fears me. "You feel that?" Martha asked beside me while I stared at his gigantic mansion donning a magnificent shade of yellow and green

Lucas was saying, "maybe we should come back later." "Wait," Natasha responded, "the AI." "What about it?" "It might help us somehow." A whirring sound followed. 'Hello Natasha Austin-Johnson.' Both of them turned to find a woman standing next to them but she did not look at all like any ordinary woman, except for the face, which was pale, spotless and had blue hair over her head which was shaven. Her eyes were also blue but not like Natasha's, only brighter and looked like tiny crystals.