The next day at a private law firm, Adrian Cagliari stood in a private lounge provided to him by his lawyer. The room was moderately sized and tastefully furnished. A floor-to-ceiling window stretched across one wall, offering a clear view of the entrance gate. From his vantage point, Adrian could see who was arriving and leaving, yet the tinted glass ensured no one outside could see in. Dressed in a sharp blue suit paired with a black shirt, his hair slicked back with gel, Adrian exuded an intimidating aura. He stood by the window, sipping his coffee slowly, his eyes fixed on the activity below. "Boss, I just spoke with the driver you sent. He said Miss Ashleigh refused the ride and insisted on making her own way here," Turner reported. Adrian glanced at his watch and frowned. She was already an hour late. Punctuality was one of Adrian’s strictest principles. In his world, everything had its time, and deviations led to inefficiency. He despised lateness, viewing it as a waste of
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