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The late afternoon light filtered through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting a soft glow on the sleek, minimalist furniture. The city buzzed below, oblivious to the quiet tension that filled the room. Robert gently leaned against the polished wooden bar in his lavish mansion, swirling the contents of his whiskey glass, his thoughts as dark as the amber liquid in his hand.
It had been a week since Maya had walked out of his office, her words hanging in the air like an unanswered question. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was no longer the same woman he'd once known. The confident, business-savvy woman who had walked into that boardroom with a purpose had left him questioning his own decisions—had he underestimated her all along?
But that wasn’t why he was here tonight. No
