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Trying new strategies

Author: Addy
last update publish date: 2026-03-05 20:15:34

Anne-Marie’s POV

I had been awake since the small hours, long before the large bell struck 7AM . My laptop screen was the only real light, a cold blue square in the darkness of the living room, illuminating stacks of invoices, old contracts, and the half-finished rebranding proposals I could no longer bear to read.

I was still trying to work on what was remaining of Duval scents. I would have long forgotten it but it carried my father's memories. It was his dream that Louis crashed in one nigh
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