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ALINA
The door opened.
Ethan walked in like he owned the place. He was dressed in a black suit that hugged his broad shoulders.
His eyes moved across the mahogany desk, the shelves stacked with ledgers, the leather chair I sat in.
He took his time, nodding slightly. "Still looks like Daddy's office." He smirked. "That means you've been busy."
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