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The morning arrived with an unnerving calmness, a stillness that made my pulse race faster than it should have. I stood before my mirror, adjusting my blouse for the umpteenth time.

I had spent the past hour choosing the right outfit, wanting to strike a balance between professional and confident. It wasn’t enough to simply show up anymore.

I needed to make an impression—an unforgettable one. Aaron’s invitation—or perhaps, demand—hung over me like a storm cloud.

His message had been straightforward, but it felt loaded with something more. I had no intention of backing down, no matter how intimidating he was or how complicated Geneviv’s warning had made things. I glanced over at Caleb, still fast asleep in his room. My little boy.

I loved him more than life itself, and he was the reason I had pushed forward this far. No matter the obstacles, I couldn’t afford to fail him. I swallowed down the nerves crawling up my throat and adjusted my makeup one last time.

Today was the day I would
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