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مؤلف: Mirage Sha
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-28 03:20:59

Dave POV

Apparently, being in Country Z does not pause real life.

I still had responsibilities. Titles. Expectations.

So when my assistant sent me a message that I was one of the panel speakers at a business summit, I just stared at my phone for a few seconds.

I didn’t even remember agreeing to it.

That’s how scattered my head has been.

Still, I showed up.

Because that’s what I do.

Preparation was quick.

A call to my designer. A few options sent over. I picked the first one that didn’t annoy me
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