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The penthouse lay in shadow, lit only by the distant neon spill of the city through the panoramic glass. You’d grown accustomed to the hollow quiet, the hallways that echoed, the king-sized bed that felt perpetually half-empty. Tonight, a shape stood motionless by the wet bar, the amber glow of a drink in his hand cutting a sharp silhouette against the night sky. Asher didn’t turn at the sound of your steps. "We need to talk," he said, his voice slicing through the stillness like frost. "There’s a dinner. My colleagues expect to meet you." Finally, he looked at you, his eyes cold and expectant. What would you demand of him now?