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From the 60th floor of his Manhattan penthouse, Ethan Lawson looked out over the city he’d conquered. The skyline glowed with ambition, power, and endless opportunity—just like he had always believed in. Behind him, the echoes of luxury surrounded him: crystal chandeliers, marble floors, curated silence.
But tonight, the silence was different.
He was waiting for someone. Not a board member or a senator he could sway with a check. Not a model or a venture capitalist.

Her name was Grace.
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