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Chapter 6

Author: Ranya Vale
last update publish date: 2026-06-29 14:35:53

Claire knocked on my door at four in the afternoon with the kind of smile that meant she was about to tell me something I wasn’t going to like.

“Mr. Voss wanted me to let you know there’s a business dinner this evening,” she said. “Eight guests. It starts at seven so he’d like you ready by six thirty. I know it’s short notice and I’m sorry about that.”

I stared at her. “Tonight.”

“Tonight, yes.”

I almost laughed. Three days in this apartment and the man couldn’t give me more than two hours
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