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Chapter One Hundred And Four Obedience, Surveillance, Proximity… And The Quiet Complication of Rachael
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2025-12-30 17:05:32Milo’s POV
Friendship is just surveillance that hasn’t learned how to lie yet.
That’s what I told myself as I walked down the corridor toward Nora’s corridor, in my quarters, a slim tablet in my hand, her biometric profile already unfolding across the glass.
Her heart rate was steady. Cortisol is elevated, but controlled. No signs of deception. No adrenaline spikes.
She wasn’t pretending.
That made her dangerous in a way traps never were.
I keyed the door open.
She was sitting by the window, knees drawn up, staring out like someone who had memorized disappointment and finally gotten bored with it.
“They told me you’d come,” she said without turning.
“I’m Milo,” I replied. “I handle integration.”
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