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On my first night as Julian's sugar baby, he set the rules: "A hundred thousand a month. This is an arrangement, nothing more. Don't cross the line and expect anything else." I nodded, pocketed the check, and never crossed the line. Until year seven, when he suddenly dropped a bomb: "I'm getting engaged. I set you up with a safe desk jockey. Go meet him at the penthouse club this weekend." Wrapped in my silk sheets, my grandmother's recent words echoed in my mind. "Cecilia, my health has been declining. You've made enough money. It's time to find someone to spend your life with." She was right. Since this arrangement was dead, I needed to secure a new future so she wouldn't worry. So, I nodded immediately and even leaned a little closer to Julian. "Sure. What's his name? How old is he? Which Wall Street firm does he work for?"