The Unseen Guest
The penthouse was a fortress of glass and silence, but to Mara, it felt like a cage with the door left slightly ajar. She had spent the morning navigating the fallout of the board’s audit, her movements precise, her composure a brittle mask. She knew Julian was watching. He didn't need to be in the room to exert pressure; his presence was woven into the very architecture of the space.
She was in the library, reviewing the latest forensic summary, when he walked in. He didn't announce himself. He simply occupied the space, his shadow stretching across the polished floor toward her.
"The board is asking for a joint appear
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