beneath the white coat
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The others congratulated him. He didn't answer. His gaze lingered on her instead, unreadable
When the door closed, Lucian's gaze dropped to the bench. A small pen remained-hers, the one she had used to jot notes before the call. He picked it up, turned it once between his fingers, then slid it into his coat pocket without a word.
No one saw.
Not even her.
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