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Avita made this extremely obvious on her website so that she won't have to fight anyone about it in the future. "This is good," she said as she stood up from her chair and stretched her body, “all I have to do now is wait for the orders to start coming in, but first I need to make a F******k account. I may still promote my products there." One advantage of F******k is that it provides a marketplace where users may advertise their products. She had done her homework and planned to make the most of that service. Her boyfriend used the service, so why shouldn't she?

She violently wrenched her arms out of my grip. "Are you completely insane?" Fiona laughed, crossing her arms as she looked down her nose at me. "Do you honestly think you’re the only smart person in this school? Do you think I’m an idiot? I researched Victor Vance myself, Christa. His website is verified, his corporate registration is active, and his offices are real." "It’s a ghost network, Fiona! It’s designed to look real to teenagers like us—"

I gather facts more than a reporter, search more than a detective. I take out my phone and open the browser. The internet is full of information. I am sure I can find one about this mysterious Mr. Fiction; I tell myself as I type on the g****e search bar. I feel the hesitation linger with doubt starts clouding my mind. What if I am not ready to find out about him? What if it is not something I am prepared for?

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“Fine. No one. Crushing is overrated.” “Okay. If you say so. Over to you Amanda.” “Dare.” “I dare you to order me a pizza.” Amanda picked up a pillow and threw it at Felix. “Oh come on.” Felix said tossing the pillow away. “I mean, a dare is a dare.” “I’ll send the money for the pizza later.” “Sweet. Dammy. It’s your turn.” “Truth. I don’t have money for pizza right now.” “What am I doing with two pizza boxes?” Felix asked smirking. “What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever experienced?”

Nox Infidelity. The word hung suspended in the dense air. Charli's golden eyes widened in question as she gripped my hand tighter. “I’ve never been a client of that damn company,” Fitzgerald said. Was that true? Hadn't Deloris said that his secretary was an employee? Now didn't seem like the time to question. Instead, I said, “Maybe not, but…” I tilted my head toward Spencer's mother. “…her son is.”

she said. "Someone texted me last night," he said. "Unknown number. They said someone was asking questions about my Elite Prospects recommendation. Who made it and why." Ava went very still. "You got a message from an unknown number," she said carefully. "Yes." "About the Elite Prospects Program." "Yes." He looked at her. "Have you heard anything? You know people. You pay attention." She looked at him for a long moment, at the unguarded, direct version of him that only appeared when no one else was watching, and made a decision that cost her something, the decision to say the true thing rather than the safe thing.