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Respect…earned through my position…was a useful shield tonight, but I couldn’t afford to relax just yet. When I reached my office, I slid the key into the lock, the soft click echoing unnervingly in the empty space. I stepped inside, the familiar scent of polished wood and leather wrapping around me like a false sense of comfort. Shutting the door, I moved quickly to my desk, crouching down to open the bottom drawer. My hands trembled slightly as I slid the hidden compartment open, revealing the contract file I’d been hiding for months. “There you are,” I murmured, staring at the plain cover. My mind raced.

Clara’s POV The weight of the brown envelope in my bag felt like a lead brick. Inside were the investment documents Kiran had handed me—the "bait" for the trap he was setting. My heart hammered against my ribs as I walked toward the bus stop, every shadow on the street looking like one of Mrs. Victoria’s spies. I looked at my hand. The red mark from the tea had faded into a dull ache, but the memory of Kiran’s cold, dark smile stayed fresh in my mind.

The flash drive sat on Damien's desk like a loaded weapon. Isabella stood beside him, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the small piece of plastic that contained the secrets of Sebastian's empire. Alexander had given it to her with trembling hands, his voice barely a whisper. Everything is on here. The properties, the accounts, the people he paid off. Use it wisely. Damien hadn't touched it. Hadn't looked at it. Hadn't spoken since she told him what his grandfather had confessed.

It wasn't even evidence in the traditional sense. It was twenty-eight years of a man's conscience arranged alphabetically. The realization settled heavily over me as I looked around. Shelves covered every wall. Archive boxes stretched from floor to ceiling. Labels marked years, names, locations and categories. Arthur had not hidden random fragments here. He had hidden an entire history. And histories were dangerous. Far more dangerous than secrets. A secret could be explained. A history had to be understood. Lucian stepped forward first. His flashlight swept slowly across the shelves.

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

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There was something in his body that was churning and seemed to want more. *** Eh, wait, Miss, you cannot enter!" Cristian's secretary shouted when someone wearing a jacket, hat, mask, and glasses barged into Cristian's room. "Cris, it's me," said someone who took off his mask and glasses in front of Cristian, who had risen from his seat. "Caroline?" "Mr. Christian, I'm sorry. This guy just barged in," his secretary exclaimed. "It's okay; I know him. You go," cried Cristian, who was nodded by his secretary and moved out of Cristian's room.

“I think I found something.” I pushed past Julian to make my way to the stairs. Marcus had found something. A book that doesn’t match its cover. That was an assumption on my part, but the instant I hit the second story and saw the smile on Marcus Lachlan’s lips, I knew that I was right.He held up a hardcover book. I read the title. “Sail Away.” “And on the inside…” Marcus was a showman at heart. He removed the cover with a flourish and tossed me the book. The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus.