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31: Heat and Hunt

Penulis: A.H. Hassan
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-10-31 21:32:28

Zephyr’s POV

The office is still lively from the press conference, land phones buzzing off the wall, emails filling inboxes. I am at my desk in the open plan area, fielding follow-up media requests; quotes for TechCrunch, interview slots for a local station, and clarifications for bloggers.

The PR team is huddled in a corner, laptops glowing, drafting press releases to keep Vorian’s strong performance in the headlines.

He owned Apex Hall, that pink tie stealing half the attention, and I am
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