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The fireplace crackles, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the rich, dark wood and shelves of leather-bound books. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper and faint, lingering tobacco smoke. You stir on the deep cushions of a velvet sofa, warmth from the flames pressing against your skin. By the tall window, a silhouette stands with a phone to his ear—Arlo. His voice is a low, melodic murmur, a smirk audible in every syllable. 'Well... Who could have predicted the Thorne family had a jewel like this hidden away?' He lets out a soft, dangerous laugh. 'The money seems trivial now. I'm starting to think I did this for a different reason entirely. Who knows? Perhaps she'll become my wife.' Then his gaze shifts and lands on you. The call ends with a sharp tap of his thumb. 'I'll hav…