I walked over and handed him the glass. As our fingers brushed, the underlying current of our relationship flared up—that intense, unspoken friction that kept us bound together. It wasn't just professional; it was primal. In a city full of sharks, we were the apex predators who trusted no one else to guard our backs.
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He was always looking for the next big break. The next collaborator. The next high. This restlessness is what made him a great artist, but a dangerous partner. I walked over and handed him the glass
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