n a sea of calendar alerts about fabric swatches and venue walk-throughs. It
was stated. It felt less like a summons and more like a cipher. For
e'd tried to suppress, flared. She
s immediate:A p
gn read Paws and Reflect Animal Sanctuary. The sound from within was a chorus of bar
ent-warm animal, clean straw, and antiseptic. And there, in t
and climbing into his lap. In his large, capable hands, he cradled a tiny, shivering terrier mix, his thumbs gently stroking its head as he murmured wo
sion didn't vanish, but it retreated, guarded. He carefully placed the pupp
ither pleased nor ann
ring vaguely at the joyful chaos around the
ands. "I co-founded it. The quiet, funding-only partner
uld filter it. Their entire lives were a public perf
th me through business school, the first IPO, the... the loneliest years." He finally met her gaze, his own u
n the space between them.This wasn't in the contract. This was a
nd the words felt inade
donation to a museum. They'd misunderstand this. They'd call i
a nervous, sleek greyhound. "Excuse me," he said. "This
y. He avoided eye contact, letting the dog inspect him, a study in patient, quiet humility. He was a man who commande
logic-seemed to tremble. Here was the man behind the mask, not the billionaire, not the client, but
olling up her sleev
surprise lighting his e
e said. "Wh
of older,calmer dogs. "Brush
er, her mind quiet for the first time in weeks. She stole glances at him as he slowly gained Levi's trust, his movements infinitely careful. T
ey left together. The city air outside felt harsh
en he said, "Thank you. For not tre
"she replied softly
the first she'd seen that reached his e
It was comfortable, charged with a new understanding. Her phone buzzed with
pered to terrified puppies, the prospect of standing close to him, of holding hi
handsome mask of the billionaire. But she had seen behind it. And she knew, with a
" he said as the car a
he answered, using his fir
to her wing,a secret treasure that belonged to no contract, no clause, no one b

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