ke up di

saw the gold-framed skyline outside the tall windows and remembered-she wa

drapes, soft gray walls, and a closet big enough to house a small family. B

shed cold water on her face. You're doing this for Le

came at

called. "Mr. Cole requests

ests

hing flashy-and followed the maid through long, echoing hall

, sharp, and dressed like a storm-

from his tablet

te," he sa

the clock on the

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follow my rules, and stay visible. I don'

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ant role," she asked slo

"You can leave anytime you want, Cl

ilence

g the distance between them. His gaze drop

me, wear

burned. "Sorry,

el at home. You're her

ffened.

called this morning. They're adjusting his

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than

lly. "I do it to keep you focused. Your

gratitude and something sharper.

ontrol every part of

t enough to make

rmured. "That's ex

o