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CHAPTER 90
~Author's POV~
—Moments Earlier—
Meanwhile, in Andrew Blake's office, Andrew sat behind his sleek glass desk, his usual easy confidence replaced by a grim expression as he stared out the massive floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse office.
The cityscape before him was mere background to the more pressing matter weighing on his mind.
He kept thinking about the accidental listening to Zara's intense conversation with her family.
He didn't typically meddle in personal affairs, but the urgency in Zara's voice, the hints of desperation—it had tugged at something deeper within him and so he refrained from ending the call.
He sighed and tapped his phone screen to end the last call. He leaned back in his familiar leather chair, feeling it support him as he thought about everything that had happened.
