He led me to a private theater. On the screen, a film he’d commissioned—just for us. Black and white. A woman dancing alone in a room full of mirrors. No plot. Just movement and shadow. Halfway through, he took my hand. Not to hold. Just to feel the pulse in my wrist.

I shook my head. My voice was somewhere in my throat, hiding.

His car arrived at my modest apartment at 7:00 AM sharp. Blacked-out SUV, tint so deep it swallowed the sunrise. The driver said nothing. He simply opened the door, and I stepped into the dark.

“Sinderella,” he said, and his voice was a low rumble. “Do you know why I chose you?”

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His car arrived at my modest apartment at 7:00 AM sharp. Blacked-out SUV, tint so deep it swallowed the sunrise. The driver said nothing. He simply opened the door, and I stepped into the dark. He led me to a private theater

“Sinderella,” he said, and his voice was a low rumble. “Do you know why I chose you?” ” he said