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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT_ CLAIRE’S POV

Author: Claire Ree
last update publish date: 2026-08-11 08:51:45

For a moment, I simply stood there, my fingers resting lightly against the edge of the lectern, even though I wasn’t looking at my notes anymore.

I knew what came next— I had rehearsed these questions dozens of times.

I’d asked them aloud in an empty conference room until they no longer made my voice shake.

And yet, now that I was here, now that the man who had changed the course of my life was sitting only a few feet away, the words suddenly felt impossibly difficult.

I drew a slow
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Bobbie
I think when you think too much of yourself and believe everyone is beneath you in your little mind, I think you will do anything to make yourself look good even if it means destroying the people you feel are beneath you. Eva failed to remember that she’s on,y human like every One.
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Tiana
Please author, more chapters.
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Sheila Barbee
This one chapter a day is complete bullshit. I'm moving on to completed novels; more worth the money. Goodbye.
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