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The air in the conference hall felt charged, as if every molecule had aligned to signal something monumental. I stood in the small meeting room, my pulse racing after Adrian Langston's abrupt entrance. He had this presence that filled the entire space, his entourage trailing behind like shadows. They waited at the door, respectful yet alert, while he stood in front of me, watching."I don't mean to be rude, but I'm in the middle of a meeting," I said, trying to muster a confident tone. I was determined not to be intimidated by his reputation, his wealth, or those impossibly intense blue eyes that seemed to look straight through me.He glanced around, his expression cool. "Doesn't seem like much of a meeting," he replied, his voice low and velvety, yet with an edge that hinted at his authority.Before I could respond, one of his assistants stepped forward, offering a polite smile. "Mr. Langston, the room has been reserved for you. There must have been a scheduling mix-up," she said, he
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