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TWENTY-FOUR: It's Your Boyfriend's Fault

Author: Aria Steele
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-11-18 23:00:01

I blink up at Marcus. His words don’t make sense to me. What he is saying doesn’t make sense.

“Nora?” Marcus says, after I just stare at him for a minute.

“Sorry…” I mumble, also putting my mug down. “I don’t think I heard you right. Cause it… it sounded like you just said that David fucking fired me?”

“No, no, he definitely hasn’t done that.” Marcus rushes to say, his hands coming up defensively. “He just… thinks that you shouldn’t come to work for a bit.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING SE
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