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... the main area of the penthouse. To my left, the dining table was already partially set. Minne was in the kitchen, her back to me, carefully slicing into a loaf of freshly baked olive bread.
I walked up behind her, the soft fabric of her maid outfit rustling as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I rested my chin on her shoulder, watching her cut the bread with the knife. She glanced back, a soft, genuine smile lighting up her face.
"Morning," I whispered.
"Morning, Master ...
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