Chapter 7

Clara picked up a broom from the pantry corner, sweeping the heavy flour accumulations into a neat pile with rhythmic, deliberate strokes.
"You really know how to show a woman a good time, Julian; nothing says romance quite like industrial sanitation," Clara quipped dryly over her shoulder.
"Affluence without operational discipline is merely a slow suicide, Clara; I need a partner, not a decorative trophy," Julian retorted sharply.
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Sophie stood up smoothly, carrying the sleeping toddler toward the nursery exit while giving Julian a direct, unblinking look of quiet challenge.
"The environment is stabilized, Mr. Sterling; your first hurdle has been cleared," Sophie stated softly, her voice carrying an unexpected weight.