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Chapter 33

Author: Willow's Ink
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Pov Samantha

***

The clock on the dashboard was a ticking bomb. 9:40 a.m. The numbers burned into my mind as my driver, a man who seemed to have a personal vendetta against anything resembling a comfortable speed, weaved through traffic like a caffeinated hummingbird. Each sharp turn sent my stomach lurching, and I gripped the worn leather of the seat, my knuckles white.

"Please,"

I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper, "can we go a little faster?" He just grunted, the corners of his mouth turned down in a permanent frown, and stomped on the gas pedal.

The city was a blur of steel and glass, and I felt like I was watching a fast-forwarded movie of my own impending doom. I had to be there by 10 a.m. My entire future depended on it, and yet, here I was, trapped in a metallic cage with a man who was clearly enjoying my anxiety. A red light flashed ahead, and I swore under my breath, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird.

"No, no, no," I chanted silently, but the car scr
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