otaging it. He found a surgeon who was "an old family friend," a man whose incompetence was masked by a prestigious nam

ers, once capable of flying across a keyboard and designing intricate systems, were now stiff, clumsy t

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xactly what he was doing. He was

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uential blogger wrote. "Aura ne

longer the "Shark of Silicon V

a prison, and he held the key. I had to endure it, had to play the part of the broken woman, because showing any strength would only make him more ruthless. I let th