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#51 - Toast, Trouble, and a Naked Lie
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2025-11-06 22:48:52
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The ride was silent except for the soft jazz humming through the speakers.The driver wasn’t the chatty type, which I appreciated. My stomach twisted again, and I told myself it was just the car’s motion. Maybe paranoia.What exactly was I going to ask Caden?Throw Damian’s accusations at him?I almost laughed at myself.No. I wasn’t here to be dramatic. I was here to think.“Hell no,” I muttered under my breath.The driver’s voice broke in gently. “Ma’am?”I blinked. “Oh — sorry. Not talking to you. Please, go on.”He nodded and turned the music up slightly.The café came into view, small, discreet, lively enough to blend into. . Open enough to bolt,private enough to talk.I paid the driver and stepped out, inhaling slowly.This was it.Either I stop doubting shadows… or I confirm one.Caden was already seated when I walked in.His smile warmed instantly when he saw me, natural, effortless. It did something to my chest that I refused to name.He pulled out the chair opposite him.
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The junior associate didn’t burst in this time.He slipped in.Quiet. Pale. Sweaty in that special way people get when they’re about to deliver bad news to powerful men.“S-sir, please don’t fire me, I swear I knocked—” he stammered, raising his hands.The poor man looked like he was about to cry.“Sir…a word.”Damian nodded. The assistant walked closer and whispered something in his ear.I couldn’t hear the words, only the sudden change in Damian’s expression.His jaw tightened. His eyes hardened.He took the tablet from the man’s hands, scanned the screen once.Then his gaze lifted, straight to me. Ten seconds, maybe a minute.Long enough for my spine to stiffen and my instincts to scream, something is wrong.“Leave,” Damian said coldly.I blinked. “What?”“Leave,” he repeated, already turning his attention back to the desk.“You’re not serious,” I scoffed. “Maybe I should stay. I could help, I mean I just identified the mechanism—”He cut me off without raising his voice. “This is
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