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CHAPTER180: "UNFINISHED THREADS"

Author: God's logic
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-31 07:12:09

ISLA'S POV

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of my office at Titan Holdings, casting soft lines across the polished floor. I stood at the window, a coffee mug cradled in my hands, trying to will myself into focus. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions, work stress, and personal changes. Moving in with Nathan had shifted something deep within me—a strange but welcome kind of calm. Yet, work never slept.

Titan Holdings was preparing for the unveiling of our new sustainable fashion line. I was in charge of the final rollout, from design execution to public relations, and today was the final pre-launch meeting. A thousand tiny things needed to be done, and Lucas, though now pushed into a quieter corner of the project, was still lingering around like a storm cloud I refused to acknowledge.

"You look like you didn't sleep a wink," Judith said as she stepped into my office, holding a tablet.

"That obvious?" I asked with a faint smile.

"You’ve got the dark circles of
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