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Author: YEMII WRIITES
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Sarah’s hand trembled as she clutched her purse, the cheerful ringtone a stark contrast to the icy dread coiling in her stomach. Gathering courage from some hidden reserve, she turned back to face the most powerful man in the country.

"But... it's my husband," she firmly retorted. "Our conversations should be private and confidential to only both of us."

A wave of derisive laughter erupted from Elijah's guards. Bartholomew, in particular, threw his head back with a booming laugh. "Look at this woman!" he mocked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

Sarah’s jaw tightened with shame as the public humiliation unfolded with a burning sting. "There's nothing funny in what I said, sir," she stated, her gaze fixed on only Elijah. "Can I please go?"

Elijah’s lips curved into a teasing, almost playful smile. "Even if I insist?" he asked, his tone light but carrying an unmistakable weight of authority.

Just as he spoke, the ringing from her purse stopped, plunging the courtyard back into a
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