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ELEANOR
I sat at my sleek, glass-topped desk, engrossed in my work. The office was bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a serene ambiance.
Harper, stood beside me, handing me files and occasionally jotting down notes as I dictated instructions.
Previous week had been a hectic one for me but I managed it well and now I was back to it again.
Suddenly, the door swung open with an unexpected force, breaking the quiet concentration in the room.
Both Me and Harper looked up, startled. Who dared to burst inside my office like that. Even Dante would not do such an abrupt thing. Standing in the doorway was none other than Marcus Kane.
Harper's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure, greeting M
