Dahlia’s POV "Yeah, make sure things are done properly. I’ve got the jewelry's backup on my other Mac," I say into the phone, my voice cool and commanding, cutting through any room for error. My assistant, who I've left back at the office, listens attentively as I lay out instructions, every word crisp and decisive. I'm aware of my chauffeur standing by the open door, waiting for me to step out, but I take my time. Two cars are stalled behind us, their drivers likely impatient, but I don't care. I won't be rushed by anyone, not even by the ticking clock of this meeting. I finish my call, my tone sharp, not even waiting for a reply before hanging up. A quick glance in the mirror, and I swipe on a fresh coat of red lipstick. It's time to get this over with. Today, I’m finally going to meet Ethan Caine after years of deliberately keeping my distance. I don’t know what to feel about it—anger, indifference, or maybe a hint of satisfaction. Whatever it is, I'll bury it deep. Nothin
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