The next morning, Emily woke up with a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. She dressed quickly and headed to the kitchen, where Alexander was already seated, reading the newspaper."Good morning," she said, trying to sound cheerful.Alexander grunted in response, not looking up from his paper.Emily poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. She tried to think of something to say, anything to break the tension, but her mind was blank. She sipped her coffee in silence, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her.Suddenly, Alexander looked up from his paper and fixed her with a cold stare. "Emily, we need to talk," he said, his tone serious.Emily felt her heart rate pick up. This couldn't be good."I've been thinking about our arrangement," he said, folding the newspaper and placing it to the side.Emily could feel her palms sweating. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Alexander looked at her for what felt like an eternity before spe
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