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The Summons: A Cold Interrogation

Author: Ava
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-15 14:47:38

Ava's POV

The mid-morning sunlight, once a source of faint comfort, now felt like a harsh spotlight, exposing every raw nerve, every trembling muscle. It was well past noon when my desk phone buzzed sharply, a sudden, intrusive sound that shattered the carefully constructed facade of normalcy I had tried to maintain all morning. The mundane ring vibrated through the worn plastic receiver, then through my very bones.

I startled violently, my body jerking, the receiver nearly slipping from my clammy fingers as I fumbled to answer it, my coordination betraying me. It felt disproportionately heavy, a conduit to the man who held my fate in his hands.

“Y-yes?” The word came out as a strangled gasp, a pathetic whimper, betraying the terror that had instantly seized my throat.

His voice, low and cutting, utterly devoid of warmth or inflection, came through the line, a chilling whisper that somehow filled the entire office with its authority.

“In my office. Now.”

The line went dead wit
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