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~Dylan’s POV
By the time the clock struck twelve, I was already on my feet.
I did not wait. I did not sit back to think twice. The moment that number changed, I grabbed my bag from the chair and walked out of my office like I had somewhere urgent to be, because I did. My assistant tried to say something as I passed, but I barely heard him. My mind was already elsewhere.
Lena’s Art Gallery.
Velma.
The drive felt longer than usual, even though the streets were clear. Every red light irritated me. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, checking the time again and again like it might run away from me. I told myself I was calm. That this was business. That this meeting was normal.
It was a lie, but I let it stand.
Being a known figure in the country came with its own strange priv
