Francis Grant’s fingertips traced the smooth, slightly cool peel of the tangerine. After a moment of hesitation, he raised his hand and peeled back the thin, resilient skin.Sweet, clear juice instantly seeped through his fingers. He took a small bite, and a rich, sugary aroma exploded on the tip of his tongue.There was not a trace of sourness, nor any hint of rot. It was even sweeter and more refreshing than the tangerines from before the apocalypse, brimming with the vibrant essence of fresh produce.Francis paused mid-chew. He raised an eyebrow slightly, a flicker of astonishment surging in the depths of his eyes as his fingers subconsciously tightened around the fruit.He handed the rest of the tangerine to Samuel Summers beside him. "You guys try some too. It’s rare to get fruit this fresh."Then, he turned back to me and cut straight to the chase. "Miss Quinn, what kind of compensation are you looking for?"I raised an eyebrow, my eyes sparkling with the look of someone hatchin
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