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Chapter 167: The Exit F*e
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2026-10-10 13:00:14Elowen's POV
I spent the rest of that Friday afternoon sitting by the sash window of Apartment 2B with a cup of hot tea and a clean pad of paper.
For the first time in my life, nobody was telling me what I was worth.
I kept the list simple, practical, and fair. I asked for a lump-sum cash settlement of ten million dollars—enough to guarantee I would never need a handout from a man or an institution again. I
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