The first sliver of dawn was a pale, irritating intrusion across the sleek, dark glass of the penthouse window.
Ekansh Malhotra didn't use an alarm. He didn't need one. His internal clock, a merciless, finely tuned instrument, yanked him from a dreamless sleep at 5:00 AM sharp. He was instantly, fully awake—a state that usually involved an immediate wave of low-level irritation.
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