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ELEANOR
I sat at my desk in the office, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. I had been working non-stop for two days, barely leaving the office and hardly speaking to Dante.
The work had been a b***h and I just could not let Alex or Christian take the lead. I could not let them take away what’s mine.
The project I was working on demanded my full attention, and I had just concluded a crucial meeting with a client in Italy. With a weary sigh, I closed my laptop and stretched my arms, feeling the tightness in my muscles.
The city outside my window glowed brightly against the darkness of the night. It was midnight, and the quiet hum of the city reminded me of how long it had been since I had seen Dante.
My thoughts drifted to him, and another sigh escaped my lips as I ruffled my e
