QUEEN entered her penthouse that evening and shut the door behind her. The weight of the conversation with Carlson still clung to her like a thick fog, clouding her thoughts. She had planned to go out for dinner after the meeting, maybe even order something in, but now, there was no appetite.

How could she eat when her mind was racing with a thousand different thoughts?

She tossed her Fendi bag onto the bed carelessly, her hands immediately going to her temples as she exhaled sharply. Then, as if unable to stand still, she began pacing across the room.

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