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"Hey, babydoll," Michael said, a smile curving his lips. It was the first time he’d ever smiled at her like that—genuine, warm, and completely out of character.

Anna stared at him, shocked. She didn’t know what to make of his sudden change in demeanor, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what he was up to.

Anna felt a knot of unease tightening in her stomach as she stared at Michael, his unexpected smile making her more wary than reassured. She straightened up, crossing her arms defensively.

"What are you doing here, Michael?" she asked, her voice firm but with an edge of uncertainty.

Michael’s smile widened, a mocking glint in his eyes. He sauntered closer to her, his tone taking on a seductive, almost taunting lilt. "Nice place you got here. I was just curious, Anna. How does someone like you afford a place like this? Must’ve cost a pretty penny."

“Get out! Your present is not…” Before Anna could respond, Michael reached out and tried to pull her closer, his hand gripping