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20. What Connections?

Auteur: Marugy
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-16 22:36:41

Marissa POV

My heart immediately skipped a beat the minute I saw the word red.

A cold sweat broke out across my palms, and I instinctively looked up at the ceiling of the elevator, my eyes scanning the corners for the small, dark lens of a security camera. Was he stalking me? Can he actually see me right now?

My thumbs practically flew across the screen, my polite corporate facade entirely dissolving into pure, panicked adrenaline.

Me: Wait, how do you know what I am currently wearing right now
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