For the first time since I’d walked into that gleaming office, the silence wasn’t just heavy—it was sharp. Cutting.
Steven flinched.
Not dramatically. Not loudly.
Just a small, involuntary reaction, like a man who had just been struck somewhere deep and unguarded.
Genevieve’s smile didn’t falter, but I saw it—just for a second. The flicker. The calculation.
She hadn’t expected that.
“Let’s not do this here,” Steven said finally, his voice low, controlled.
I let out a quiet laugh.
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