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Enemies in the Boardroom (11)

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-16 00:00:20

Episode 11 - Fallout

Adrian's POV

It had been three days since Camila had stormed out of my office.

I remember how her eyes had blazed with hurt and rage and that had gutted me. I had replayed it a hundred times, right from the folder she had seen to the slap she had given me. I also replayed the way she had clenched around me.

Now, I was sitting in the boardroom with the air so thick it could be cut with a knife. It also smel
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