AN UNWELCOMED HELP
The door clicked shut behind Yannis with a soft finality. He stepped into the quiet of his study—low lights, heavy air, silence thick with the scent of cedarwood and the remnants of espresso from hours ago. Adrian was already there. He stood by the liquor cabinet, hands in his pockets, gaze fixed on the decanter of whiskey as though it might give him answers neither of them could voice. "You planning to drink that," Yannis asked, voice low, "or just stare it into submission?" Adrian exhaled through his nose, smirking faintly before pouring two glasses. "Figured you could use one." Yannis walked over, took the glass, and downed it in a single gulp. Adrian raised an eyebrow. "So it's like that, huh?" Yannis didn't answer. He turned away, walked toward the wide window that overlooked
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