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Zander's POV.

The next morning came far too quickly. The events of the previous night replayed in my head on an endless loop, filling me with a mix of anger, regret, and something I couldn't quite name.

I had barely slept, and when I finally dragged myself to my office, my head was pounding. I had just settled into my chair, trying to focus on the stack of paperwork in front of me