Music Recommendation: Never felt so alone by Labrinth.
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The lights of the city shimmered in the distance, cold and unreachable behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of Dominic's penthouse suite.
The untouched glass of scotch on the table caught some of that shine, refracting it in amber tones. But Dominic didn't look at it. He just sat still. His eyes were fixed on the skyline, and his jaw locked tight.
"She's stable," came the voice of his assistant, reciting the message from the short report. "No visitors. No panic. She's not eating much, but she's trying. No signs of the press near her location."
Dominic nodded slowly, saying nothing. His fingers tapped a restless beat against the marble tabletop. The silence that followed was heavy, almost judgmental.
He finally broke it, voice low and dry. "Do I reach out?"
The assistant didn't answer. It wasn't meant for them anyway.
"She probably hates me."
