“If you can play the piano… I’ll give you a home.”
His assistant stiffened beside him.
“Mr. Cole—”
“I’m kidding,” Adrian waved it off.
But the boy didn’t laugh.
Evan stood up.
Slowly.
Carefully.
As if afraid the moment might disappear if he moved too fast.
“Do you mean that?” he asked.
Adrian hesitated.
Just for a second.
And in that second, something shifted.
“Yes,” he said.
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