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It wasn’t just a room. It looked like an entirely different house on its own. Massive. Expensive. The kind of place where even silence echoed luxury. The maids were still there, quietly re-arranging the scattered mess on the floor, pillows tossed aside, a shattered glass near the minibar, clothes draped like he’d torn through them in frustration. It looked like he had thrown a tantrum before I arrived.
Once the space had been restored to perfection, they slipped away without a so ...
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