Fantine's POV I flashed Coach Rufus my best smile, the one I’d practiced in the mirror for years until it could melt steel. He, like most men, didn’t stand a chance. A little eye contact, a tilt of the head, and a faint trace of innocent confusion… and bam. Cupid’s arrow, straight through the chest.It was too easy.He cleared his throat like he’d just remembered I was a professional hire, not a centerfold model, and turned briskly toward the hallway.“Follow me. I’ll introduce you to the team.”“Of course,” I said sweetly, falling into step just behind him, the sound of my heels echoing off the polished corridor.Inside, I was practically humming with energy. Not nerves, excitement. This was my first official solo mission. No older sisters hovering at my shoulder, no “training exercises” under Father’s watchful eye. Just me. After years of tagging along on their assignments or being told to “sit this one out,” I had finally convinced him I was ready.It had taken weeks of arguments,
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