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ELEANOR
I sat across from my father in his study, the familiar room now filled with an uneasy tension. Dante sat beside me, his presence a source of silent support. My father, eyed us both with a stern, expectant gaze.
"Eleanor,"
He began, his voice steady,
"I want to know what's going on between you and Marcus Kane."
I sighed, my fingers nervously toying with the hem of my skirt.
"Father, I honestly don't know what Marcus is planning. Whatever we had was over a year ago. There's nothing left between us."
My father nodded slowly, absorbing my words.
"And what about the company? What's happening there?"
I straightened myself, my voice firm.
"I have denied Marcus Kane's proposal to work with us. I explained my reasons to the board. His company's practices and reputat
