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The air shifted before she even stepped out of the black Maybach. It was the scent of something impossibly expensive—a rare orchid mixed with ozone. The doors to the penthouse lobby, polished bronze and twenty feet tall, swung open to reveal Valentina de la Cruz. She didn't merely enter; she arrived, wrapped in a couture suit the color of a sto...Read more