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CHAPTER 12 You Wear My Name.

Christian pov

She knocked once. Soft. Like she was scared to even touch the door.

Good. She should be.

"Come in," I said, not bothering to look up from the folder in my hands.

She stood in front of me like a girl caught stealing — posture tense, hands fidgeting, eyes avoiding mine.

But ...