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Author: YEMII WRIITES
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It was the next morning at the Aviatux plush estate. It seemed like a normal day—one might expect things to feel different due to Damien Aviatux’s absence, but it was just like any other Monday.

With Skarr as the head of all staff departments in the estate, every member of the staff—including the guards, chefs, and sanitary workers—dared not waste time in carrying out their duties professionally.

After thoroughly inspecting everything that morning to ensure everything was in place for his new boss, the acting CEO Eddie Aviatux, to begin his day meaningfully and enjoyably, Skarr headed to his room.

"Click."

Skarr pressed the bell in front of Eddie’s room, and Eddie responded from inside.

"Chill, Skarr. I know the perfect time to leave for school," Eddie groaned as he opened the door and stepped out.

"I’m sorry for being too forward, Master," Skarr said, bowing before respectfully gesturing toward the hallway. Eddie took the lead, and Skarr followed behind him.

"Everything is all
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  • 0066

    Elijah leaned lazily against the polished mahogany counter, phone in hand as his thumbs glided across the glowing screen. The salesgirl’s cheap vanilla perfume tried to mask the exhaustion that clung faintly to the air while his detached reflection shimmered in the glass countertop. The double glass doors separating the waiting room and the main boutique parted, and Bartholomew strode in with measured confidence. Behind him, two guards pushed chrome trolleys piled high with garment bags and boxes, the branded luxury logos shouting money. "My lord," Bartholomew’s proud tone carried caution as he halted a few feet away. "Do you love these… or should we pick other ones?" Elijah slid his phone into his inner pocket and turned, his icing gaze flying to the trolleys. "Hmmm. I can’t come all the way from San Dicevey to the capital just for scraps. The most important thing is Naomi. Did you get a gown? Exactly her size and beautiful enough for her that she will love?" Bartholomew’

  • 0066

    Elijah leaned lazily against the polished mahogany counter, phone in hand as his thumbs glided across the glowing screen. The salesgirl’s cheap vanilla perfume tried to mask the exhaustion that clung faintly to the air while his detached reflection shimmered in the glass countertop. The double glass doors separating the waiting room and the main boutique parted, and Bartholomew strode in with measured confidence. Behind him, two guards pushed chrome trolleys piled high with garment bags and boxes, the branded luxury logos shouting money. "My lord," Bartholomew’s proud tone carried caution as he halted a few feet away. "Do you love these… or should we pick other ones?" Elijah slid his phone into his inner pocket and turned, his icing gaze flying to the trolleys. "Hmmm. I can’t come all the way from San Dicevey to the capital just for scraps. The most important thing is Naomi. Did you get a gown? Exactly her size and beautiful enough for her that she will love?" Bartholomew’

  • 0066

    Elijah leaned lazily against the polished mahogany counter, phone in hand as his thumbs glided across the glowing screen. The salesgirl’s cheap vanilla perfume tried to mask the exhaustion that clung faintly to the air while his detached reflection shimmered in the glass countertop. The double glass doors separating the waiting room and the main boutique parted, and Bartholomew strode in with measured confidence. Behind him, two guards pushed chrome trolleys piled high with garment bags and boxes, the branded luxury logos shouting money. "My lord," Bartholomew’s proud tone carried caution as he halted a few feet away. "Do you love these… or should we pick other ones?" Elijah slid his phone into his inner pocket and turned, his icing gaze flying to the trolleys. "Hmmm. I can’t come all the way from San Dicevey to the capital just for scraps. The most

  • 0065

    Elijah leaned lazily against the polished mahogany counter, phone in hand as his thumbs glided across the glowing screen. The salesgirl’s cheap vanilla perfume tried to mask the exhaustion that clung faintly to the air while his detached reflection shimmered in the glass countertop. The double glass doors separating the waiting room and the main boutique parted, and Bartholomew strode in with measured confidence. Behind him, two guards pushed chrome trolleys piled high with garment bags and boxes, the branded luxury logos shouting money. "My lord," Bartholomew’s proud tone carried caution as he halted a few feet away. "Do you love these… or should we pick other ones?" Elijah slid his phone into his inner pocket and turned, his icing gaze flying to the trolleys. "Hmmm. I can’t come all the way from San Dicevey to the capital just for scraps. The most important thing is Naomi. Did you get a gown? Exactly her size and beautiful enough for her that she will love?" Bartholomew’

  • 0064

    Elijah leaned lazily against the polished mahogany counter, phone in hand as his thumbs glided across the glowing screen. The salesgirl’s cheap vanilla perfume tried to mask the exhaustion that clung faintly to the air while his detached reflection shimmered in the glass countertop. The double glass doors separating the waiting room and the main boutique parted, and Bartholomew strode in with measured confidence. Behind him, two guards pushed chrome trolleys piled high with garment bags and boxes, the branded luxury logos shouting money. "My lord," Bartholomew’s proud tone carried caution as he halted a few feet away. "Do you love these… or should we pick other ones?" Elijah slid his phone into his inner pocket and turned, his icing gaze flying to the trolleys. "Hmmm. I can’t come all the way from San Dicevey to the capital just for scraps. The most important thing is Naomi. Did you get a gown? Exactly her size and beautiful enough for her that she will love?" Bartholomew’

  • 0063

    The Aviatux Luxury Manor guests' dining hall was a sight of pure elegance. A grand chandelier bathed the room in golden light, reflecting off the polished marble floor. Towering black-and-gold columns lined the walls, while deep crimson drapes framed massive windows overlooking the glowing gardens. The air carried the soft hum of Aveston's orchestral music, blending with murmured conversations. A semi-circular dining table stretched across the hall, draped in fine silk and set with gold-rimmed plates and handcrafted glassware that had the diagram of two intertwined bracelets, the crest of the Aviatux family. The scent of gourmet dishes filled the air as business moguls, officials, and dignitaries sat in quiet discussions. Among them were Damien Aviatux’s most trusted staff and guards, their eyes sharp and watchful. At the center of the open space stood a sleek podium, waiting for the Master of Ceremony to begin the night’s events. "Esteemed business ladies and businessmen of Av

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