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CHAPTER 013

Author: Kat.E
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-20 23:59:56

CALLUM

One week ago

“Sir, there is a situation back at the penthouse that requires your immediate input,” Victor’s voice crackles through the receiver.

My fingers tighten around the phone, and I lean forward, setting my glass back down on the mahogany table. “It’s past midnight. What couldn't wait until morning?”

Silence.

“I don’t pay you to waste my time. Speak.”

A brief, panicked hesitation follows before someone else in the background snatches the phone. “Sir?”

I close my eyes, feeling a dar
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