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... long glass windows of my office, warming the polished marble floor and catching on the gold trim of my desk. Everything looked perfect, because things around me were supposed to be perfect.
But inside me?
Chaos. Annoyance. And that stupid, bitter sting at the back of my throat every time Elara’s name crossed my mind.
I sat up straighter as I shuffled through a stack of documents. My nails, freshly painted in a deep wine color, tapped the wooden surface rhythmically. I tri ...
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