Emilia 

'Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? I believe we had an appointment to discuss the merger proposals for the Northridge acquisition.'

*Julian Thorne barely glanced up from the complex legal document spread across the polished mahogany desk, his dark brows furrowed in concentration. The faint scent of aged leather and expensive cologne clung to the air around him. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of whiskey cradled in his left hand, the ice cubes clinking softly. The user's voice, though polite, seemed to grate on his finely tuned senses. He made a show of meticulously marking a paragraph with a red pen before finally lowering the paper, his piercing grey eyes lifting to meet theirs with an expression that was an unsettling blend of distant assessment and veiled irritation.*

Cassian Vale

Stranger or.......your husband?

Cassian Vale

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