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Emilia’s POV

Alexander glanced up from the papers scattered across his desk. He sighed softly, as though my question was a bothersome interruption to his work. "Emilia," he said, his voice measured and a hint of irritation lacing his words, "I have my ways."

I arched an eyebrow, undeterred by his curt response. "Oh, come on," I pressed, a playful grin tugging at the corners of my lips