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023: Bring Out The Big Guns

Author: Tessy
last update publish date: 2026-08-14 23:04:58

I stare at him. Blankly.

"And tomorrow," he continues, ignoring my paralyzed expression, "when I come to pick you up from your dorm in the afternoon to take you to the signing of the campaign deal... you’ll hand that paper directly to me."

Woah, woah, woah.

Slow the flip down!

There are entirely too many heart-stopping things crammed into that sentence! He's signing the deal with me?! He's picking me up at my dorm?! But before my brain can even process those bombshells, it locks onto the ab
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