CASPIAN'S POV;
I drummed my fingers lightly on the mahogany desk, the rhythmic tapping the only sound in my otherwise silent office. The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows that danced on the polished surface. My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall—she should be arriving any moment now.
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