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The Pressure Inside

作者: Pamora
last update 公開日: 2026-05-01 17:53:12

Adrain POV

The messages start before the meeting does.

They come in one after another.

Short. Controlled. Professional.

But underneath

Urgency.

“We need clarity.”

“Requesting immediate review.”

“Operational delays escalating.”

No one says panic.

They don’t need to.

I read them all without responding.

Because the moment I do

It becomes real.

Damien stands across from me, tablet in hand, watching the flood come in.

“They’re asking for an emergency session,” he says.

“Who?”

“All d
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