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Chapter 3

Word Count: 640    |    Released on: Today at 18:06

ring glass headquarters of Harper Industries. She needed this job

e could still feel the sideways glances from her colleagues. Last night's

istant pool. The documents on her desk blurred together. All she could think about

ough listings for jewelry designers. It was her major in

for a jolt of caffeine. The room was empty. She leaned against the counter

s approaching, accompan

is best frie

ucked behind a tall bank of storage loc

, oblivious to

t. "You made the headlines again last night, Bryant. Aren't y

lass of water, his voice

h. But seriously, what's the plan? Sienna's back for goo

th, her feet feeling

at the city below. He lit a cigarette, t

d, his voice as cold as the glas

ha

every lamp she left on for his late returns, every time she deflected media

anning on keeping this

"Until my grandfather stops watching so clos

mean, like when Sienna wins her Oscar and can

is silence was all the

of the lockers, the world turning gray at the edges. She had told herself t

a placeholder. An object to be discar

t, their footsteps

face ashen. She went to the sink and splas

ty. She gripped the edge of the sink, sta

the day I exit?" she repeated under

aightened u

to set her exit time? She woul

bloodied and bruised

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