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The TV flickered against the dim light of the living room, the sound barely above a whisper. I wasn’t even watching, I was just moving through channels, trying to drown out the quiet. Nothing stuck. Cooking shows, old sitcom reruns, and some soap operas where the same two people had been arguing for ten minutes straight. I thumbed the remote again, eyes half-closed, when a familiar face filled the screen.
Aidan.
Not here, not in front of me, but frozen in a perfectly lit headshot. The kind you see in magazines about “most influential CEOs” or whatever glossy pedestal the city liked to put him on. My breath snagged, and the remote slid from my hand onto the couch cushion. The anchor’s voice was crisp and rehearsed.
“Rourke Technologies’ founder and CEO, Aidan Rourke, has lon
