CHAPTER 13: SIMEON’S TRUE MOTIVES?Simeon smells polished wood, leather, and something chilly, something calculated from his office. Dark bookcases lined with the knowledge he has gathered over years of empire-building cover the walls. Perfectly polished, his desk feels like an altar to ambition. And just now, he sits, slanted slightly forward, his fingers steepled together, carefully observing Elizabeth. He starts first, his voice austere and businesslike, yet underlying the words is a faint edge that cannot be disregarded. You would come around, I knew. Though he doesn't say it with pride, there is satisfaction there—a guarantee in his voice that causes Elizabeth's stomach to turn over. Her body tense as her fingers linger over the desk edge before him. Her head is whirling, attempting to assemble everything before this moment. She is devoid of options. Simeon keeps going, his voice getting increasingly forceful. "Everything business from here is from here. If this is to succeed
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