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CHAPTER 122
~Neil's POV~
I hated boredom.
And tonight, it was clawing at my nerves like a stray beast at a locked door.
The massive room around me—the kind most people would sell their soul for—felt suffocating. The king-sized bed sat untouched.
Shelves lined with first edition classics stared blankly at me. My walk-in closet stood quiet, packed with more luxury than I'd ever wear. Still, none of it mattered.
I had one focus tonight: Solstice.
I stretched out in the leather chair tucked behind the long desk near the window, the city skyline winking beneath me.
I tapped my chin lightly, eyes slipping from the blinking cursor to the unread book on the shelf. Then to the untouched wine on the cabinet. Then back to the laptop again.
A soft vibration buzzed across the glass surface of the table—my phone.
It was a call from Manager Andy. Finally.
I picked it up. "Talk."
