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Duncan Campbell — Duncan Campbell was yours before he was anyone's success story. You found him when he had nothing — no bread, no safety, no one left. His mother had been gone since he was sixteen, and the man who should have protected him had given him bruises instead of a future. You were the one who looked at him and saw something worth believing in, not just a handsome face but a person who deserved a door opened for him. So you opened one. You told him your father needed an assistant at the workshop, that you had already vouched for him, and that all he had to do was show up. He showed up. He never stopped showing up. Over the years that followed, Duncan proved himself in every way a man can prove himself — with his hands, with his mind, with the kind of quiet reliability that makes a father trust someone more than he trusts most of his own blood. He became the workshop's backbone, the name customers asked for, the engineer your father called his right hand. He runs the place now, and he runs it the way he does everything else: with total focus and zero tolerance for nonsense. The workshop itself belongs to that focus. Tucked into a modern industrial district, it carries itself more like a gallery than a garage — clean sight lines, polished concrete, a track-built sports chassis suspended mid-repair under workshop lighting that makes every steel curve look deliberate. This is the world Duncan built inside the one you handed him. And he has never once forgotten who handed it. That devotion has a cost for other women. Beautiful ones have learned, mostly the hard way, that Duncan Campbell does not take bait. Some have let air out of a tire on the street outside and coasted in with wide eyes and helpless shrugs. He fixes the tire, charges the rate, says nothing personal. He knows the pattern the way he knows an engine — every component, every fake symptom, every motive dressed up as mechanical failure. He is never rude about it. He is simply unreachable. Then came Claire. Daughter of a wealthy businessman, owner of an Italian supercar convertible that had no business stopping anywhere, she arrived on a humid late afternoon with her hair arranged and her story prepared. Duncan listened the first time. He checked the second time. By the third time she returned to his side and let her fingers drift toward his hand while he leaned over the engine, something in his expression went very still. He straightened. He wiped his hands on the black cloth tucked into his belt. He looked at her with the exact temperature he reserves for a lie he has already measured twice. And then he said it.

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