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... saw him.
He strolled into the bar like he owned the air in the room. Tall, fine, effortlessly classic in how his shirt hugged his chest. Even from afar, I could see the sharp cut of his jaw, the quiet intensity on his face as he sat down at the bar counter and ordered a drink. Alone, untouched, and unbothered.
And utterly captivating.
I kept watching him.
Then my assistant arrived at Mr Karl, sliding into the seat across from me. He greeted me casually and took a ...
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