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SOME KIND OF WALKING ATM

Author: Titi_Love
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-02 16:12:10
The grand ballroom buzzed with vibrant energy, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses.

The party was in full swing, a celebratory affair following the successful signing of a crucial international investment contract.

Yet, amidst the revelry, Rich, the company's usually charismatic CEO, stood apart.

He was a solitary figure in a dimly lit corner, a glass of amber liquid clutched in his hand, its contents barely touched.

The truth was, he hadn't wanted to be here. The weight of the day's intense negotiations still pressed heavily on him, and all he truly desired was the quiet solitude of his home.

However, his position demanded his presence, a symbol of gratitude and success for the visiting investors.

Across the room, Liana was a whirlwind of practised charm, embodying the role of the perfect hostess. She glided from table to table, her laughter echoing, ensuring her presence was felt by every guest.

A carefully cultivated percept
Titi_Love

Hello my dear readers. I am about to undertake a training but I will try to be uploading new chapters as frequently as I can so please bear with me. Let's walk this journey together.

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    In the aftermath of the storm, a quiet, unfamiliar rhythm settled into their lives. The emotional wreckage of Megan's outburst had finally cleared the air, leaving behind not a void of anger, but a space for something new to grow. Dante, with a humility that was as foreign to him as it was to Megan, had stepped back. The days of him dictating their lives were over. The grand plans for the suburban house were gone, replaced by an unspoken understanding that their future would be a collaboration, not a command.Megan opted to stay at home for the rest of her pregnancy. The idea of jumping back into the job market, of facing the stress of interviews and the professional world, felt overwhelming. Her job, for now, was to care for herself and the life growing within her. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and the thought of navigating professional challenges while her body underwent such a profound transformation was more than she could bear.Dante didn’t argue. He listene

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