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CHAPTER 46

Auteur: Lizbeth Rose
last update Date de publication: 2026-09-27 00:03:34

SEBASTIAN

Monday mornings had never been particularly kind to me.

There was something about returning to work after a weekend that made every email look more urgent than it actually was and every meeting feel longer than necessary. I usually preferred getting into the office early, before people started appearing with questions, reports and problems that somehow became mine simply because I happened to be in the building. This morning, however, I found myself thinking about something far less
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