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The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over Raymond's lavish mansion as Sophia walked up the marble steps, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She held her bag tightly, her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the concealed weapon she always carried—a reminder that she had more power over Raymond than he realized. She smirked to herself. Raymond had been a fool to believe everything she said, but then again, that was the reason she loved him. He was easily swayed, easily manipulated. And today, she was about to make things worse.
Raymond was in his office, seated behind a massive desk, his face buried in the glowing screen of his iPad. The room was immaculate, an air of cold, sterile luxury that mirrored the man himself. He barely looked up when Sophia entered.
"Raymo
