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016 The strange encounter

作者: Daisy
last update 公開日: 2026-03-12 19:11:33

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~~Dahlia~~

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I walk out of the board room and I don't look back.

I see Cameron hovering, waiting for the perfect time to approach me.

I beat him to it, exiting before everyone else.

Outside, I pull my shades out and put them on as I walk to the parking lot with Jenaya in tow.

But then I notice it.

The slow distant steps.

I turn and Jenaya isn't following.

She's pressed behind a car, eyes darting across at a spot, there's a weird look in her eyes….is she— hiding?

I blink and follow her gaz
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