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I straightened my antique platinum-and-diamond cufflinks, their cool metal against my wrists.

“Tell the valet I’m bypassing the private lift. I am taking the front entrance,” I said quietly, the anticipation coiling in my gut like a striking viper. “It’s time I finally attended my father’s birthday.”

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