At exactly nine o’clock the next morning, Adrian’s call comes in.I glance at the screen and do not answer.Soon, messages begin appearing one after another.I’m downstairs.Vivian, stop making a scene. Be good and come down.Since you insist on acting like this, all of our future plans are canceled.I turn off my phone and continue sealing the last set of East District accounts into a document envelope.At exactly ten, I hand the ledgers, the access keys, and the Bellini family badge over to the Council.The advisor in charge of the handover looks at me, as if he wants to say something.In the end, he only sighs.“Miss Vivian, once the purge order takes effect, there is no going back.”I nod.“Goodbye.”At noon, I board a flight to Chicago.By the time I land, the sunlight is perfect.I have barely arrived at my apartment when Leo sends me an Instagram link.Look at this.I tap it open.It is a photo Celine has just posted.The North District estate. The riding grounds.In the photo,
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