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~Dylan’s POV
I returned back to my room. For a few seconds, I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, my mind drifting back to yesterday. Velma had agreed. She had stood in my office, strong and calm, and still said yes to the collaboration. That thought alone filled me with a strange kind of energy. Hope, maybe. Or something close to it.
A knock came at the door.
“Sir,” one of the maids said softly as she entered. “Your dinner.”
I thanked her, but my appetite was not really there. I ate slowly, barely tasting anything, then stood up and went to take my bath. The water ran over my shoulders, warm and steady, but my thoughts were loud. Velma’s voice. Her eyes. The way she looked at me like I was part of a chapter she had already closed.
Still, I told myself, this was a start.
I ch
