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The voice came from behind. Emilia, seated comfortably on the plush white couch, had her legs tucked under her as she worked across both her phone and laptop. One screen flashed with figures.

The glow reflected in her sharp, focused eyes, though there was something softer in her presence today.

Rose turned, frowning slightly. "Do you ever rest, Emilia?"

"I do," Emilia replied without even looking up, fingers still dancing across the keyboard. "When I sleep. Someone's got to get some shit done around here, and I find peace in the grind."

Then, almost as an afterthought, she added with a small smirk, "Unlike him, rest doesn't matter much when you're practically untouchable, right?"

Rose's eyes narrowed with a knowing gleam. Oh? There was a subtle shift in Emilia's voice—just enough. She wasn't as composed as she wanted to seem.

"Hooo~" The older woman's smile turned positively wicked. She approached slowly, the measured steps of a predator sensing blood in the water. "Soooo... how was it, exactly?"

Emilia's typing slowed for just a heartbeat. Her lips curled into a secretive, almost playful smile—but then she masked it with her usual calm. "What was what?"

Rose's grin only widened. "Oh, don't play dumb, Emilia. You know what I'm asking."

When the woman stayed stubbornly silent, Rose pounced—literally. She lunged forward and started tickling Emilia's sides, earning a breathless yelp from the usually composed assistant.

"You—! Get off me, pervert!" Emilia squirmed, laughing despite herself as she wriggled out of Rose's reach, her laptop almost falling in the process. She finally managed to escape, standing across the room with flushed cheeks and narrowed eyes.

Rose crossed her arms, still smirking. "Oh? So you're ticklish and hiding something? Spill it."

Emilia took a breath, composing herself with a dramatic huff before smoothing her blouse. "Fine. I'll tell you—after I make a few calls. Boss's orders."

Rose tilted her head, clearly intrigued but holding back… for now. "Who are you calling?"

Emilia arched a brow, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she scrolled through her contacts. "Some ladies from the academy. New invites, probably part of his harem... you know how it goes."

"Your sisters, you mean" Rose corrected with a teasing lilt. "If you're calling them here, it means... they're your sisters now too."

The word lingered longer than it should have, softening Emilia's expression. Sisters. It wasn't just a joke. It was a truth that had taken root—one she hadn't known she needed. A real family. Emberly had given her that.

"Sisters," she whispered under her breath, the word tasting foreign but… right.

Then, louder, she called out, "Wait, Rose." The older maid was about to leave—paused, turning back with a brow raised.

"Why do you even care? I mean... why do you want me to explain my time with him so badly?"

Rose's smile twisted into pure, unapologetic mischief. She leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for the words to carry.

"For educational purposes."

Emilia blinked. "Educational purposes, huh? That's just a fancy way of saying you're planning to—"

"Shhh~" Rose waved her off with a wink and turned on her heel. "No spoilers. Just make your calls, Emilia."

The assistant huffed, watching her leave with a half-smile, then picked up her phone again.

First, she dialed Julienne.

And beneath it all, she couldn't help but feel... content.

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Jasper gripped the wheel of the gleaming, midnight-black luxury car as it sliced smoothly through the estate roads, the polished surface catching faint glimmers from the evening light. The soft hum of the engine filled the quiet, but not enough to mask the sound of rapid typing from the passenger seat.

Zaranrel lounged, all legs and elegance, a picture of effortless beauty with his silken pink hair cascading in soft layers around his face.

His delicate features were almost androgynous, skin flawless like porcelain yet radiant with a subtle supernatural glow. His curved horns, black with shimmering violet veins, peeked elegantly through his hair, and his sharp, violet eyes danced with mischief as he scrolled through his phone.

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Jasper flicked a glance his way. "You never get tired of your fans, do you?"

"I don't." Zaranrel grinned, not even looking up from his screen. His fingers danced over the glass, typing something back before another laugh escaped him. "Reading how they roast the haters? It's hilarious."

"Hilarious? Sure. Personally, I prefer Julienne's approach—have someone handle it for you instead of living online."

They both flicked their gazes toward the rearview mirror where Julienne sat, her long black hair cascading over her shoulder, arms crossed and gaze distant, as if a thousand miles away.

Zaranrel scoffed. "No, thank you. I like my sanity, Jasper. You want me brooding 24/7 like her? The only time Julienne feels alive is when she's around Alexa."

"Wrong," Jasper whispered with a sly grin. "She's definitely more alive when the boss is around. C'mon, you know she's got it bad for him."

The two exchanged a conspiratorial snicker. Julienne, despite her distant demeanor, was listening. She just didn't have the energy to argue. It would end the same way it always did.

A one-sided roast.

The Obsidian Estate loomed, grand and majestic, as the gates opened to welcome the car. The blackstone architecture shimmered faintly under the fading sun, almost as if it absorbed the light rather than reflecting it.

The vehicle slid to a perfect stop, and as the doors opened, the trio stepped out together.

Inside, Emilia stood waiting in the grand entry hall, arms folded beneath her massive bust. Her long crimson hair flowed in perfect waves over her shoulders, her presence commanding yet warm.

Zaranrel swallowed—hard. His gaze instantly locked lower, lingering longer than he meant to.

"Pervert," Emilia deadpanned, raising a perfectly arched brow. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop staring?"

Zaranrel's usual charm kicked in instantly. "I wasn't staring—I was appreciating how radiant you look, boss. Trust me, the thought of even holding your hand has never crossed my mind. I know my limits."

Jasper stifled a chuckle.

"Yeah, your grave is your limit," Emilia shot back, though the corner of her lips tugged upward. Zaranrel was harmless to her.