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The unspoken threat hung in the air like a noose tightening around Derek’s neck. He swallowed hard, but his mind was still elsewhere—on the call from the thug, the one loose end he couldn’t afford right now.

"You’re zoning out again, aren’t you?" Victor’s voice cut through his thoughts like a whip.

"No, I’m listening—" Derek started, but before he could finish, his father’s hand shot forward, nearly striking him across the face. He flinched, stumbling back, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Do not zone out when I’m talking to you!" Victor barked, his voice filled with the kind of rage that Derek had grown used to but never comfortable with. "This party is crucial, Derek. I don’t need you standing there like an idiot, daydreaming."

Derek rubbed the back of his neck, forcing himself to focus. "I wasn’t daydreaming. I just have a lot on my mind."

"A lot on your mind?" Victor repeated, his tone dripping with disdain. "What could you possibly have on your mind that’s more im
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