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CHAPTER 20: The Lie We Keep

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-10 04:24:51

Ana's POV

"Why did I hire you?"

He didn't even pause.

"Because you were the best person who applied." He said it like it was obvious, like I was the one being strange. "I watched your presentation tear my own market apart better than my paid strategists could. Talent like that doesn't come along often, Anastasia. When it walks into your building, you don't let it leave because of one forgotten night. You would have done the same."

It was smooth. It was reasonable. It had an answer for everythi
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