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Chapter 84: The Package That Terrified Her

Penulis: Sir Josh
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-19 14:18:16

The package arrives at work. Addressed to me personally.

Small. Unmarked. No return address.

My assistant brings it in. “This was just delivered. Security already cleared it.”

“Thanks, Emily.”

She leaves. I stare at the box.

Something feels wrong. Off.

I call Chen. He’s outside my office within seconds.

“Problem?”

I show him the package. “Does this seem weird to you?”

He examines it. “No return address. Hand-delivered to reception. Security cleared it through X-ray.” He looks at me. “Want me to
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