The Legal Loophole
The air in the Thorne corporate law office was filtered, chilled, and entirely devoid of the messiness of human emotion. It was a space designed for endings, and tonight, it served its purpose with sterile precision. Julian pushed a thick, leather-bound folder across the mahogany desk. It contained the formal dissolution of their engagement and, tucked into the back, the deed to the Vance estate—the physical manifestation of his promise to set her free.
"The board has been pacified for the moment," Julian said, his voice a low, steady hum that betrayed nothing of the exhaustion etched around his eyes. "With Marcus gone and the audit leak contained, you no longer need the Thorne shield. You have your home. You have your agency. You are free to walk away before the Friday board meeting turns the remaining vultures toward us."
Elara didn’t reach for the folder. She kept her hands f
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