AvaCaspian flashed a brief, satisfied smirk and nodded. "Good decision, Ava. Now, come with me," he said, approaching me and taking my hand."Where are we going?" I asked, glancing between him and my confused brother, who wore a scowl of irritation."Don't you want the reporters gone?" Caspian asked, furrowing his brow. "They're obviously waiting for us, and they won't leave until we give them a statement."I pulled my hand free from his. "You don't need to hold my hand through this. We're not exactly a couple, so there's no need to pretend to be the perfect boyfriend."I left before he could respond, my brother following closely behind. As we stepped into the elevator, Caspian joined us, adjusting his tie with a practiced gesture, his poker face unwavering. When the doors slid open next, my eyes met Patrick’s."Hold my hand," I whispered to Caspian, taking his calloused yet warm hand and intertwining our fingers."Good day, sir," Patrick greeted, offering a respectful bow as his eye
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