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Chapter Thirty-Five: Intentional

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last update publish date: 2026-04-29 23:59:56
PENELOPE

"Penelope," Zara's voice on the phone was tight, in a way that hints at panic. "You need to come to the office right now."

I was already dressed, My daughter was with Mrs. Park, I have finished my breakfast, the morning handover was done. I was about to sit down with my laptop and tackle two hours of work before my first call.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Just come. Please."

I heard the voices over the call. Zara's, voice was high and our tech consultant Dami speaking quickly o
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