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... a silent, efficient Ken, but the heavy atmosphere in the penthouse remained. The smell of burnt steak had been replaced by the sharp, metallic scent of tension.
Damien sat in his home office, his sleeves rolled up, a glass of amber liquid—untouched—on the desk. Aria sat opposite him, the "Kiss the Cook" apron gone, replaced by a silk robe wrapped tightly around her frame. She looked pale, but her eyes were dry and dangerous.
The elevator chimed.
Julian Cross walked in. He ...
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