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2026-06-08 22:30:03Martinez's POV
I stood by the mahogany desk in my private study, my jaw clenched as I stared out the window.The heavy oak door clicked open without a knock. I turned around, my hand ready to reach for the blade tucked in my belt, but it was just Seraphina. She had already changed out of the stained blouse into a tight, silk crimson dress that showed off every single curve. She was holding a stack of leather-bound ledger documents against her heavy chest."We need
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