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The Golden Handcuffs.

Author: Preshy
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-08 03:14:21

~ Gideon ~

"You missed your lunch meeting, Gideon."

Chloe sat in the big leather chair across from my desk. She was scrolling through her phone. She didn't look up at me. She looked very comfortable. She looked like she owned the desk, the chair, and the whole building.

"I wasn't hungry," I said.

I turned my chair to look out the window. The glass was clean and thick. Below us, Ravenport City looked like a toy set. The cars were like little ants. I used to like this view. I used to feel lik
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