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CHAPTER 41: PARANOIA & BARGAIN

Penulis: Lizzy Fash
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-23 02:12:47

VERONICA

The eighty-first floor smelled of cold sweat, stale bourbon, and burning servers. It was 8:00 AM on Friday, and the penthouse lobby was an absolute portrait of psychological collapse.

I stepped out of the private express elevator, the crisp, lethal click of my four-inch patent-leather stilettos cutting through the heavy, stagnant air like a scalpel. I was wearing a structured, high-necked dress of midnight-black crepe, razor-tailored to fit my frame like a suit of armor.

My dark hair
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