73. Planting seeds (part 1)
Author: Esther Ernest
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The sleek elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the opulent foyer of the penthouse overlooking Central Park. Victoria Jordan stepped out, her silver hair pinned in an elegant chignon and her navy blue suit was tailored to perfection. She carried a designer handbag in one hand and her expression was a mask of calculated composure. The air was thick with the scent of fresh lilies from the arrangement on the console table and it was no doubt Evelyn's touch.

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