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    Ellis’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “Alright.”


    Seeing everything in ce, Freya turned to leave. She stepped out, just reaching for her door when her phone buzzed. A bank notification lit up the screen.


    She had just received one hundred thousand dors.


    Frowning, she checked the sender—Ellis.


    She turned back and knocked on his door.


    He opened it almost instantly, now in just a white shirt—refined and effortless. “What’s up?”


    “This.” Freya held out her phone.


    Ellis nced at it, then said coolly, “Rent.”


    “No need,” she replied.


    “Just take it.”


    “I’m not short on cash or apartments,” she said, her tone sincere. Ellis had money, that much was clear. But that didn’t mean he should be throwing it around like that.


    He smiled slightly.


    Without another word, Freya pulled up her banking app and sent the money right back. “Don’t try that again. It’s a waste leaving the ce empty anyway. You bring life to it.”


    “Does that make me a kept man?” Ellis asked lightly.


    Freya froze.


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    “Just take it,” he added. “If you really don’t want to, then call it six months’ rent.”


    The apartment was in one of Alerith’s better neighborhoods, a short walk from Freya’spany. A spacious four-bedroom, two-bath unit with a balcony like that easily went for tens of thousands per month.


    “I’m your teammate. Supporting you is something I can afford to do,” Freya said withposure. “You’re not a kept man—it’s mutual support.”


    “Wanna do some jumping jacks?” Ellis offered, still with that same easygoing tone.


    Freya didn’t respond.


    “Or weighted runs?”


    “I’m going to bed.” With that, Freya walked away, leaving the money untouched. She’d just bump up his sryter and throw in more bonuses.


    Back in her room, she stared at the hundred-thousand-dor transfer, deep in thought.


    Then she picked up her phone and called Trent.


    When the line connected, she got straight to the point. “Do you know what the Captain’s family does?”


    “Not really. I never asked,” Trent said evenly. “Why the sudden interest?”


    “It’s nothing…” Freya murmured. “He’s back.”


    “You saw him?”


    “Yeah.”


    “You sound distracted,” Trent noted.


    “I’m thinking about what position to assign him,” she said, hoping Trent might offer some insight. “He’s starting at Anita International on Monday.”


    Trent raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Was Ellis really that bold when it came to pursuing Freya?


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