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Chapter 49: The Lavender Intrusion

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The silver-plated tray sat on the edge of the mahogany vanity, the gentle, aromatic steam of imported lavender rising from a hand-painted porcelain teapot. It was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon. In the clinical, hyper-monitored reality that had become my life under the "Maternity Protocol," this was the exact moment my afternoon nausea routine was supposed to begin.

But the woman who had brought the tray up to the fourteenth floor wasn't my usual personal assistant.

Her name was Bianca, a
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