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... flecting the clinical glow of the overhead lights. On paper, I was the victor of the morning. The Durant acquisition was sliding into place like a well-oiled machine, and the investors were practically salivating at the projected margins.
But I wasn’t looking at the charts. I was watching Noah.
He sat to my right, a silent, blue-suited specter of efficiency. Usually, I could feel him... his heartbeat, his irritation, the way he shifted when I stood too close. Today, he felt like ...
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