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Yours

Penulis: Precious Edmund
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-06 22:39:18

_Damien’s POV_

Her name lit up my screen, and for a moment I reached for it.

“Is that all you want me to do sir?” A scratchy voice said, and my fingers paused midair.

What was I doing?

“Yes. You may leave.” I said, dismissing the girl as I went back to what I was doing.

“Do you want me to do anything sir?” She persisted, eyes wide as they tried to burn me with how bright they were.

“Dod I stutter when I asked you to leave, Aurora.” I hissed, pen pressing harder against my table.

It had bee
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