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Chapter 91 — Damian’s Promise

Author: Rovelt Vell
last update publish date: 2026-09-14 05:56:03

SKY’S POV

Damian requested a meeting through official channels two days later, the formality of it immediately putting me on guard given everything Reyes and Marchetti had already uncovered.

We met in a small conference room, no HR observer this time, just the two of us, the same room where he’d once told me I’d won and I’d walked away wondering what he actually meant by it.

“I wanted to check in,” he said, settling into the chair across from me. “Given everything you’ve navigated this seas
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