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chapter23: Shattered Illusions

Penulis: Chithority
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(Sebastian’s POV)

The soft hum of the air conditioner pulsed through my office, blending with the rhythmic clatter of my fingers against the keyboard. The glow from my dual monitors bathed the room in an artificial bluish hue, casting long shadows over the towering stacks of documents cluttering my mahogany desk. Numbers blurred together on the screen, but I kept my focus sharp, filtering through reports with the precision drilled into me over years of discipline.

Then..buzz.

The sudden vibration of my phone shattered the quiet.

My fingers froze above the keys, my gaze flicking toward the screen.

Unknown Caller.

A slight frown tugged at my brow. I wasn’t expecting any calls, certainly not from an unlisted number at this hour. A part of me considered ignoring it, letting it go to voicemail. But something, instinct, curiosity, a nagging pull I couldn’t quite place, made me reach for the device.

I hesitated.

Then, inhaling slowly, I swiped to answer and brought the phone to my ear
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