Amelia’s POV“How could you do that, wife?” Justin asked, his voice thin with exhaustion.“I just did what I saw my teacher do when we studied computer science as a borrowed course,” I replied dismissively, my shoulders heavy with fatigue.He gave me one last look—the kind that said there was so much left unsaid. Then he walked away without looking back.I sank into my chair, a long sigh escaping my lips as the events from earlier came rushing back.We had just arrived at their second company when Justin received a call. My eyes stayed on him the whole time, even though I pretended to be on my phone.Then I saw it—a crack in his ever-composed face.“Wife, we have to go now,” he said, already pulling me along before I could ask anything.Inside the car, he ordered Jackson to drive as fast as possible. That was when it hit me—something was very wrong.When we arrived, the employees were gathered outside, many of them close to tears.“Explain. Now,” Justin growled at the first worker he
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