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What the camera's want

作者: Debbie
last update 公開日: 2026-10-17 23:37:06

Chapter 9:

What the Cameras Want

*Rhys*

The representative was still talking, something about brand relationships and audience expectations, and I realized I'd stopped listening to the words and started getting irritated at the tone, the same tone I get on every call like this, the one that assumes I'll just stand wherever they point me.

"She's a key visual asset for the rollout," he said. "We need to protect the narrative we've already built."

My wolf was pacing, restless, and I assumed it wa
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