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Cleo was talking to an employee. A woman stood beside her, holding an expensive gauge of fabric.

Ryker was staring at Cleo.

His eyes observed her from afar.

Her hair was pulled back into a high bun. Her delicate features were being gently caressed by the strands of loose hair.

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, thereby removing it from direct contact with her face.

She was dressed in