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Noah! *******************************

I stayed abroad for a full month, and the project stalled with me. When Vincent finally saw me walk back in, the relief on his face was almost embarrassing. I ran a quick check on the algorithm Sophia had tampered with, along with the crashed system program. "She changed too much. The entire system needs to be recalibrated from scratch. A full fix will take time. A month at the earliest," I concluded. "But the investor's team is coming to review progress today." Vincent began pacing in his office. "Here's what we'll do. Lina, come to the meeting with us. Tell them you're still the lead on the project, that everything goes through you. That works, right?"

he said biting his fingers, acting like he was actually considering something. "Oh I'm sorry, no vacant positions. You can be my personal assistant if you want, I'm sorry but that's the only vacant position. Or you can be my mistress you know, then you'll be assured I'd take absolutely good care of you" he said with confidence and with a scorning smirk.

The long wait was over. My hands shook as I gripped the diagnosis report. 'Late-stage breast cancer.' The words echoed in my head, cracking something deep inside me. I lost it. Right there in the hospital lobby, I broke down, sobbing so hard my whole body trembled. With shaking fingers, I dug my phone out of my bag and called Carl. "Carl, I... I..." My voice wavered. How was I supposed to say the words that decided my fate?

my toxic pride taking the wheel. “Let’s make it a bet, then!!” I snapped, slamming my hand down on the table. Mathew paused, his eyes lighting up with genuine interest. “Oh yeah? What kind of bet?” “I’ll make her completely fall for me,” I declared boldly, staring him dead in the eye. “And if you fail?” Mathew asked, a wicked, smirk spreading across his face. My ego, my pride, and my entire social reputation were firmly on the line. I couldn't back down now.

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Leon Robertson paused. "Are you sure?" "Yeah," I said, steady. "I just don't know if you still want me." "I'm overseas. Give me a month—no, give me two weeks. I'll be back. We'll get married." "Okay. I'll wait." I hung up, stared at the pic on my phone, then shut off the screen. Five years, and all it took was someone new to wipe it out. *** Michael Robertson stumbled in past midnight.

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