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Chapter 57
Camille's point of view
The afternoon sun warmed my office, casting golden light across the polished mahogany of my desk. I twirled the small blue velvet box between my fingers, savoring the moment before opening it. Alexander's security chief had delivered it personally twenty minutes ago, his professional demeanor never slipping as