The penthouse office reeked of cigars, old money, and cleaner trying to mask it all. Serena sat still on the leather couch, legs crossed at the ankle, hands perfectly folded in her lap—just the way her mother taught her. Polished. Composed. Presentable. When her father called her back yesterday, she didn't expect him to fly her to New York to meet Vale family.Her father was pacing—sharply, rhythmically—while Gregory Vale lounged with a scotch in hand, watching Robert with idle amusement, like this was theater. “He’s late,” Robert growled. “He’s Lucian,” Gregory said lazily. "His sense of time is different than ours. He'll only arrive when he wants to." The doors opened right then, like on cue. Lucian Vale entered without ceremony, coat draped over his arm, gloves tucked into one hand. No rush, no apology. Just cold purpose in every step. Serena’s spine straightened on instinct. He was taller than she remembered. Sharper, too. Like someone carved him out of shadow and ice with
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