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CHAPTER 15 — My Sister's Contract
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2026-11-11 01:10:09“Leila. I'm taking the job.”
Samira put the contract on the table. Leila started reading at the bottom, then forced herself back to the first page.
“How much?”
“Less than before. But enough to pay rent this month.”
“It's only for one month.”
“One month is something.”
“Have you forgotten they put you on a risk list?”
“That's why I asked them about it in the interview.&
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