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THE CONVERSATION

作者: Fana Palms
last update publish date: 2026-07-07 03:13:31

I wait until our scheduled Friday call to tell him.

Partly because I need time to process the decision myself. Partly because I'm a coward who can't face his reaction in real-time.

When his face appears on screen, he knows immediately.

"You took the job."

"How did you—"

"I can see it in your face. You decided."

I nod, not trusting my voice.

He's quiet for a long moment. Then: "Tell me about it. About why."

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Elena, I told you to decide for yourself. I meant
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