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Chapter 9

Author: D'zire
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_Danica’s POV_

Next morning, I stood on the sidewalk outside Cross Industries, staring up at my reflection fractured across forty stories of windows, and tried to remember how to breathe.

The contract sat in my bag, not yet delivered. I still had time to turn around.

Except there was no other way. That was the truth I’d swallowed like poison three days ago.

I pushed through the revolving doors.

The lobby shined with marble and chrome. A receptionist with a perfected smile directed me to the th
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