Chapter 8
Julian stared at Sophie for three agonizingly long seconds, his jaw tightening as he registered the effortless grace with which she handled the crisis.
He glanced at Elena, who was already scrubbing the granite countertops with spotless efficiency, and then at Clara, who had secured the loose baking supplies.
"Test one concluded," Julian announced, his voice echoing through the flour-dusted kitchen with the finality of a gavel dropping in a federal court.
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The heavy kitchen doors swung open automatically, revealing a team of silent domestic staff waiting in the hallway with wet towels and trays of espresso.
"Proceed to the east wing library for the briefing on test two," Julian instructed, turning on his heel without offering a single word of praise.
