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18. Cracks In The Glass

Penulis: Nikky Mathew
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-07 15:50:23

Kelly’s POV

The rhythm of Donovan Corp didn’t slow down for anyone, definitely not for me. Every day felt like stepping onto a treadmill already running at full speed.

I kept telling myself I was adjusting, getting better, finding my footing. But the truth was simpler and far less comforting than I thought: I was surviving by inches.

That morning had started out deceptively calm. The office lights gave a warm ambiance, the air smelled faintly of fresh coffee, and for once I felt like I had a
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