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Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Unveiling

Author: Aleeberry
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-14 17:43:18

The interview was supposed to be routine. A well-known media outlet had requested an exclusive feature on Sophia’s rise as a young female CEO. It wasn’t the first, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

She arrived immaculate as always—tailored navy suit, understated jewellery, her hair in a sleek twist that screamed authority. Cameras were set, the lights harsh but flattering, and the host began with the usual questions about innovation, leadership, and vision.

For the first twenty minutes, Sophia was flawless. Her answers were sharp and confident, the kind of soundbites that would trend online.

But then the host asked casually, “What inspires you personally, Ms. Bennett? Beyond business—what keeps you grounded?”

It should have been simple. A rehearsed mention of mentors, books, or travel. But the word personally struck something raw.

Alex’s face flashed in her mind. His laugh, rough and unpolished. His touch, lingering on her skin.
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