Luna didn’t look up as the door clicked shut behind the new arrival. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse office, the city lights casting a golden glow against her silhouette
“You’re punctual,” she said, her voice smooth and confident, the kind that could silence a room or start a revolution. Slowly, she turned, red heels clicking softly against the marble. Her eyes met theirs cool, calculating, yet not unkind
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