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Parker exhaled quietly, watching the New York skyline one last time from the penthouse's glass wall. The morning light had shifted into a sharper midday glare, cutting bold patterns across the marble floors. It was time. Everything was done.

He turned back to the women, all four gathered in the living area now, sipping their second or third coffees like they hadn't just become multimillionaires a few hours earlier. The atmosphere was still light, laughter lingering, but there was an undercurrent of something—like they knew what he was about to say.

Parker adjusted his cufflinks, clearing his throat. "I'm leaving today."

Silence.

Ava blinked, setting her cup down. "Already?"

Claire and Alina exchanged glances, the latter frowning slightly. "But you just—"

Cassidy didn't look surprised. Her gaze sharpened instead, lips pressing together like she'd already seen this coming.