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Chapter 39: The Problem

작가: Oby Jennifer
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Three days after I came back from the hospital I found another card on my desk.

You were right. Sorry, just four words.

I read them again, still standing in the middle of my room, still in my shoes, holding the small card.

Adrian Tao did not apologize. That wasn’t me making assumptions. That was just a fact, built from weeks of watching him operate up close. I had sat across from this man at dinners, stood with him at events, and shared a kitchen with him often enough to know how he operated.
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