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Chapter Nine: The right temperature

Author: Lina Franklin
last update publish date: 2026-04-02 10:51:48

“Is there anything else you need me to do sir,” Isabella asked quietly, her voice tight as she stood in front of Victor’s desk, her hands clasped together in front of her because she did not trust them not to shake if she let them hang loose.

Victor did not answer her immediately, he only lifted the cup of coffee again and took another slow sip, his eyes on the document in front of him like she was not even there, and Isabella held her breath, her shoulders stiff, her mind already racing throug
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