Nightfall descended.
Viviane lay quietly in bed, the fever finally breaking.
Outside the window, the autumn wind blew in, bringing a cool breeze.
Cyril stood by the bed, his brow furrowed slightly, when his phone suddenly buzzed.
"Sir, there's a problem with the Koma Project handover." Charlie's voice sounded urgent.
Cyril immediately understood the seriousness of the situation. "I'll be there in a moment."
His voice was as cold as the autumn wind outside. With that, he turned to leave.
Viviane slowly opened her eyes, turning her head to gaze at his tall, retreating figure.
"Cyril..."
Her faint voice was almost swallowed by the surrounding silence, making her wonder if she'd even spoken at all.
*****
At Neptune Club, Aria sat elegantly on the plush sofa, her slender fingers absently tracing the scree……
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