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Xavier Fairchild sat in the serene haven of his home office, the afternoon light softly fading across the polished oak floors, casting long shadows that reached out like searching fingers toward his imposing desk.
The documents regarding the Aurora app expansion were laid out before him, orderly columns of numbers and strategic forecasts that usually demanded his full focus.
Yet today, his eyes kept wandering to the elegant clock on the wall, a habit that felt foreign and annoying. Theodore was supposed to be back over an hour ago from his quick trip to the old apartment, what had seemed like a simple errand amidst their recent happiness.
He shot off a casual text, fingers gliding efficiently over the screen: Everything alright? But there was no response. He called next, listening to the phone ring until it turned to voicemail...
Theodore's cheerful voice cheerily saying, "Heyyy you've reached Theo, leave something interesting or don't bother."
