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OLD GROUND

Author: Jessica M
last update publish date: 2026-08-29 04:10:18

Chapter 42:

The project, as it turned out, was significant enough that declining it outright would have raised more questions than accepting it, at least professionally — a major client rebrand that would occupy the better part of the next three months, high visibility, exactly the kind of assignment Mia had been hoping to land for over a year.

"You should take it," Jake said that evening, though the tightness in his voice suggested the advice cost him something to give. "Turning it down becau
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