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The Proposal

"Mr. Astor?" Brandon called, his voice steady but careful as he stood outside the heavy wooden door.

There was a pause before the door cracked open, just enough for Astor’s sharp gaze to meet Brandon’s. His expression was unreadable, though his presence alone carried an air of command. Without a word, he gestured for Brandon to send Charlotte in.

Brandon turned to Charlotte, who had been lingering just a few feet away, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She stiffened when their eyes met.

“He’s ready for you,” Brandon said softly, gesturing toward the door.

Charlotte hesitated for a moment, her fingers curling into the fabric...