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Chapter 48 – The Interview

Author: Aleeberry
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The city was already awake when Sophia stepped out of the car — too awake.

Flashes blinded her before her heels even touched the pavement. Reporters swarmed like hungry birds, their questions sharp, their voices merging into a single roar that made her pulse race.

“Ms. Bennett! Is it true you and Alex Rivera are romantically involved?”

“Did the museum board suspend you?”

“Was last night a confession?”

She kept her face still — unreadable, untouchable — even as her throat tightened. Her manager’s hand pressed against her back, steering her through the chaos, but Sophia could feel the words sticking to her skin, burning.

Inside the building, silence hit like a wave.

She leaned against the wall of the lobby, inhaling deeply, the scent of rain and fresh paint mixing with the metallic tang of nerves.

She thought of Alex. Of the way his voice had steadied her last night.

And of how it might all fall apart today.Alex stood by the
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