The Breaking Point

The penthouse air was thin, recycled, and suffocatingly cold. Elena didn't bother to remove her gala heels; the sharp, rhythmic click of her stride against the marble floor served as a metronome for the silence Julian refused to break. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, his back a rigid line of bespoke wool and calculated indifference, watching the city he’d spent three years dismantling piece by piece.

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