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... ft ambient gold, warm wood, tall windows overlooking the skyline.
He walked straight to the minibar, poured himself a glass of infused water, and collapsed onto the velvet couch like a man who’d just survived a tax audit with his soul intact.
The cold citrus-rose liquid hit his tongue with a bite, sharp and clean. Just enough to remind him he wasn’t dead yet. Just tired. Irritated. Mentally flipping off the world with one hand while the other tried to file reports in alphabetical ...
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