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Experts Couldn't Solve It — But the Poor Maid's Toddler Did It in Just 1 Minute

Experts Couldn't Solve It — But the Poor Maid's Toddler Did It in Just 1 Minute

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"I'm sorry, sir," Amora said quickly, eyes down. "I didn't realize the room was in use. I'll come back.""It's fine," Julian said, not really looking at her, his attention still fixed on the box like it had personally insulted him. "Just be quick."Amora nodded, gathering the old linens from a side table as fast as her hands allowed, painfully aware of the eyes of five important men and one very important billionaire in the room.Nova, meanwhile, had wandered the way three-year-olds always do: silent and curious. Drawn by instinct rather than permission, she stopped in front of the desk. In front of the box.One of the bodyguards near the door straightened, ready to intervene, but Julian lifted a hand without even looking—a small, distracted gesture, the kind you'd make toward a fly rather than a child."Let her look. She's harmless."He had far bigger problems than a toddler.Nova tilted her head at the box the way she tilted her head at everything worth studying. Her small fingers reached out and touched the dial, slow and careful, the same way she touched the broken zipper on her winter coat every night before bed, feeling for the place where things were supposed to click."Nova, sweetheart, don't touch that," Amora whispered, hurrying over, mortified. "I'm so sorry, sir. She doesn't understand.""It's fine," Julian said again. Though something in his voice had shifted, some faint irritation dulled by exhaustion. "She can't do anything to it that five experts haven't already failed to do."
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