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Chapter 13: Rejection

作者: Karensia
last update 公開日: 2026-04-08 23:59:38
- SIERRA

I pushed open the heavy oak door of the executive wing and walked into the office that had always felt like the center of a storm.

Desmond didn't look up from his monitor and kept working. "I'm in the middle of the quarterly review, Sierra. Whatever it is, take it to Nova."

"Nova doesn't handle my personal life," I said firmly as I reached the edge of his desk.

I set the manila envelope down on the glass surface with a soft, final thud.

He stopped typing. His fingers hovered over the
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