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• Sweet melody wafted through the study from the speaker. Papers lay scattered across the polished surface, half-signed documents forgotten beside Chase’s laptop. He sat in his chair, one hand pressed to his temple, the other holding a glass he hadn’t touched. The night outside looked like it stopped for him, but something just felt wrong. He could feel it in his guts.
• His phone buzzed suddenly, cutting through his quiet time. The caller ID flashed Marcus.
• Chase answered immediately. "Talk to me."