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Chaoter 31: Tied in Green

Author: Penella
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 14:59:00

I sat alone on the far end of the banquet wing’s service hallway, my back pressed against the cold wall, knees drawn to my chest. My badge hung limp from my neck.

The whispers now had teeth. Every eye that caught mine was filled with suspicion. Someone said I was trying to “climb” Zane by stealing. Another claimed she always “knew something was off” about me.

Leah had tried to comfort me, but even she looked shaken. “You should go home, dear,” she’d said gently, placing a soft hand on my shoulder.

I had only shaken my head. “If I leave now, it’ll look like I’m guilty.”

I finally decided that it’s best I leave on my own terms after writing the resignation letter. Now, if only I could muster up the strength to write it.

I heard footsteps, steady and confident, approaching from the elevator. I didn’t bother lifting my head.

“Amara Ibe?” a deep male voice said.

I looked up to see a suited hotel concierge holding out a sealed envelope. “This was dropped off at the front desk for ‘E
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