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An Unexpected Guest.

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°ADRIAN°

A lot of work needed to be done.

When I came back, I didn’t expect my company to be untouched. But I wasn’t prepared for this level of change either.

All my employees—gone.

Evelyn and Victor had filled every corner with their snakes.

They even had the audacity to assign me an assistant. As if I would fucking accept that.

The first day was chaos. I had to step up, tear everything apart, and bring back my most trusted people. But the task was far from complete.

Timothy and I had been working ourselves to the bone, rebuilding this place into something I could trust again. Because once I have control here, reclaiming everything else will be easy.

But even amidst all this, there’s been a nagging feeling in the back of my mind.

A pull.

A ridiculous urge to go home.

To see my little gold digger.

I’ve been away before. But not like this. Not this long. Not this far.

I usually handle myself well, but this? This is proving to be tough.

At first, I thought sh
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