VELVET LEASH
Amilah buried herself in her layout sketches for hours, completely losing herself in the scratch of the charcoal pencils and the safety of the quiet room. Thankfully, the design floor remained peaceful; no one dared to disturb the private sanctuary she had built for herself. She didn't realize how much time had slipped away until her stomach suddenly let out an aggressive, demanding growl. Frustration rippled through her. She blinked against the dimming light of the office, confused. She had eaten a literal mountain of food prepared by Daniella before leaving the Vance mansion. Yet here she was, starving again, as if her body were burning through fuel at an impossible rate. She checked her wristwatch and it was already 1 PM. A soft groan escaped her lips. She had to finish this design pi
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