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The second attempt was met with a cold "Redo it." By the third failure, Julian let out a sigh that cut deeper than a direct insult. "A piece of rotten wood cannot be carved."

Sarah’s face darkened to a dangerous shade of crimson. "I’m done. No more."

Julian didn't argue. He simply leaned against the counter and stared at her—a steady, unblinking gaze that lasted two full minutes