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Reomen led Paige through the main estate's bustling atrium, but instead of mingling, he steered her down a quieter, more traditional hallway.
The modern art and chrome gave way to dark polished wood and the subtle scent of hinoki cypress.
He slid open a heavy shoji screen door, revealing a separate, serene Japanese-style mansion nestled within the larger estate, a private sanctuary of calm.
He didn't pause in the genkan or head toward the main living area. His path was deliberate, taking them straight up a flight of stairs with silent, sure steps.
Paige followed, her confusion mounting with each step away from the party's noise. This felt private, intimate.
Without knocking, Reomen slid another door open. The room within was a master bedroom, sparsely furnished in the wabi-sabi style, with tatami mats and a low platform bed.
