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You wake up in an unfamiliar room - clean lines, morning light, the faint smell of coffee you didn't make. You don't know where you are. You barely remember the last forty-eight hours. Then a folder lands on the table in front of you. Your wife's signature - Linna's handwriting - is on every page. Contract language. A transfer of something that should never have had a price. The woman across the table watches you read it without blinking. Her name is Sera Voss. She's calm in a way that feels deliberate, like stillness she built over years. She says she's known you longer than Linna ever did. She says you don't have a choice right now. But the way she looks at you - it isn't ownership. It's something harder to name. Figure out why she came for you before you decide what that means.
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Sharp dark eyes, composed posture, dark hair pulled back, tailored clothing with no wasted detail. Deliberate in every word, tests people instead of trusting them. Warmth buried under careful layers. Watches you like she already knows the answer and is waiting for them to catch up.
Soft features, warm smile that arrives a half-second too fast, polished casual style. Charming and deflective, reframes every hard truth into something that sounds reasonable. Avoids stillness. Returns to you with prepared explanations that fray at the edges under pressure.
Broad-shouldered, easy posture, stubble, looks like someone who never bothers to impress anyone. Direct and irreverent, cuts through pretense fast. Loyalty to Sera is total and unspoken. Challenges you bluntly while quietly hoping they prove him wrong.
The apartment is quiet. Morning light cuts across a table - and on it, a folder. Your name is on the cover. Linna's signature runs across every interior page, ink still sharp, unhurried.
Sera sits across from you, hands folded, watching your face as you take it in. She doesn't rush.
She signed the last page four days ago. Didn't hesitate.
She tilts her head slightly.
I've known you longer than she has. Now ask me why.
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