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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Author: Black Willows
last update publish date: 2026-08-19 16:28:02

Ava's POV

Ryan showed up without food this time, which told me before he'd said a word that tonight wasn't about dinner.

Nora was down the hall in the small nap room Marta had helped me set up off the executive floor — nearly two now, opinionated about everything from her shoes to her cereal, currently down for what I hoped was a real nap and not the twenty-minute negotiation she'd been staging lately. I'd learned to work in these stolen pockets of quiet, laptop balanced on my knee, half my att
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mimamu
how has the kid gotten 2 years already? It's NOT been 2 years since she took over the company, but around 6 months!! Still timeline all over the place
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