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Chapter Seven

Author: Twin_Star05
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-07 05:05:06
Monday came faster and the interview went smooth. Suspiciously smooth. She was barely asked any tough questions, and the contract was waiting for her like it had been printed before she arrived.

There was even talk of accommodation and it all felt too good to be true. Still, like Lina said, maybe it was finally her turn to be happy and her dream really had come true.

Stepping out of the building, she strode out gently then out of nowhere, a sleek black car rolled up in front of her and parked. Before she could react, the window rolled down, and her stomach dropped.

Jairo.

“Hey,” he greeted, grinning.

His presence was so unexpected. He leaned over and opened the passenger door, making Kara stared at it. He wasn't asking. He was telling her to come in.

She stood still for a few seconds unsure. Maybe out of courtesy, her legs moved before her brain could protest.

“Hey.” She returned, sliding into the passenger seat. Jairo didn’t reply and just stared at her.

His eyes drank in ever
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