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The Obsession Begins

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ALISTAIR'S POV:

​I feel a knot form in my stomach. I know where this is going. I have seen this look before, in her eyes, in the way she is looking at me now. It is the same look she had when we were teenagers, when we were rivals, when she made it clear that she wanted more than just competition.

​I want to leave. I want to get away from her. But I cannot be rude. She is a business associate, a peer, a former rival who has achieved incredible success.

​"Mira," I say carefully. "It is good t
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