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The Scent Of Vanilla - 3

The morning sun over Edinburgh offered no heat, reflecting cold and silver off the towering glass facade of Vance Towers. The building stood in the center of the financial district like an impenetrable fortress, a symbol of Christopher Vance's absolute reign over Scotland's economy.

Aneesha stood at the base of the massive skyscraper, her small hand clutching the strap of her handbag so tightly her knuckles turned white.

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One taste of forbidden desireโ€ฆ and youโ€™ll crave the sin again. ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹

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