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Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 650    |    Released on: 07/01/2026

t. The overwhelming scent of Clorox wipes w

ake herself invisible. Her heart was still racing

down at the

driver's seat, barely visible in the glo

was merging into traffic, his eyes scanning the side mirrors. S

boot. Her fingers scraped against the grease of the seat track as s

oing back there

Nothing. Just.

r the headrest. "You're so fidget

go in her pocket unt

e tension. "...Nebula Systems announced a surprise angel i

out and turne

the company she had built from the ground up in the

firm, right? I heard they have a chaoti

nvestment," Jul

?" Serena ask

ication,"

de her expression. He had investe

hers in the mirror again. "Are you still wa

her mouth. "Yes. The publ

t place for a mind like yours to rot," he murmured, almost to hi

e was the lead architect behind the very system he had

rena said, her tone drip

curb of the Four Sea

. He got out and walked ar

her skirt. Then, she leaned in. She kissed his cheek, ling

cused on a stain on the b

orrow at the offi

" Juli

into the hotel

before. He didn't put the car in gear. He turned in his seat, dra

he front,

fine

auffeur, Elara. G

en-minute

ow

lked to the passenger side and sat down. The seat was still wa

dn't head toward the Queensboro Br

way to my apartm

o talk," J

ut w

walk-up in Queens when I own thr

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