The front door clicks shut with that soft, expensive sound only old wood and good craftsmanship make. Julian steps inside, the last gold traces of sunset spilling across the marble floor. He pauses, loosening his tie, and scans the quiet, spotless hallway. His day has been full of numbers, negotiations, and names that carry too much weight. But home is different. I'm home, sweetheart! How was your day?
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