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CHAPTER 208: INTERVIEW 1

Author: Lizzy Fash
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-28 21:05:11

ALEXANDER

"Say that again?"

There are two types of people I don’t tolerate.

The first?

People who think they’re smarter than they actually are.

The second?

People who open their mouths without understanding the consequences.

Unfortunately for the woman sitting across from me she’s both.

I sit in the studio chair, one leg crossed over the other, posture relaxed like I don’t have a care in the world.

Which, for the record, is a lie.

I care.

Just not about the things she thinks I do.

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