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Signing Ceremony

Penulis: Tyson Roy
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-08-24 00:03:48

I never thought signing my name could feel like surrender.

The folder lay open on Victor’s desk, its pages neatly stacked, the contract we had read and dissected clause by clause. But tonight was different. Tonight, the words weren’t just lines on paper—they were a ritual.

Victor stood beside me, dressed not in his usual tuxedo armor, but in black shirt and slacks, sleeves rolled, collar open. His power wasn’t hidden behind silk and polish tonight—it radiated from his bare presence.

“Are you re
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