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I get into the taxi, preparing myself mentally to face Mark. “Are you okay, miss?” the driver asks through the rearview mirror. “Yes… yes… thank you,” I fake a tired smile. “Heart problems, huh?” “I… no… it’s nothing.” “Don’t worry. When the heart gets heavy because the merchandise isn’t good, it throws it away itself. When the bad goes out, the good stays, right?” I smile at the sarcastic explanation from the bald driver with a huge mustache, who has no idea who I am or where I came from.

“Good girl.” …

Susie’s pupils constricted, and she stared fixedly in that direction. Where was the serious Mark she remembered? His abs were exposed, a cigarette was pinched between his fingers, and he was proudly showing off to the wealthy women around him. “How’s this? I just pretended to have stomach cancer, and I completely played that woman from Chance Corporation.” “No doubt!” one of the wealthy women gushed. “With your body and face, what woman wouldn’t fall for you?” Mark’s vanity was satisfied, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

"I know you've been upset with me these past few days, so I prepared a care package as a gesture of goodwill. Please accept my sincerest apology." As she pushed the box toward me, the diamond ring on her finger caught the light. The gesture was anything but subtle. I had already seen the ring on her Instagram post. The matching one was on Lance's finger. I snickered. "Sorry, but your idea of an apology is giving someone a box of free samples?" I already had the same gift box. It was part of a promotional campaign. Anyone could get one without buying anything. "How could you say that?!" Lance immediately protested. "Free samples?! She took the time to pick those gifts out for you!"

It was the kind of steady that came from pushing all the fear down, locking it tight, because if I let it show, I’d lose before I even stepped inside. The elevator chimed, and the doors opened to a wide hallway lined with dark wood and low lighting. The air here smelled different, warmer, touched with faint leather and whiskey. At the end of the hall, the double doors to his office were open. Gratis sat behind a desk that could have been carved from the heart of some ancient tree, a glass of amber liquid resting in his hand. The glow from the window framed him in the kind of light you only ever saw in expensive paintings, shadow swallowing one side of his face, the other caught in gold.

he replied with a mischievous grin, handing over a beautifully wrapped package. With eager anticipation, Patricia carefully peeled away the wrapping paper, revealing a sleek, brand-new cellphone nestled inside. "Wow! Thank you so much, Kuya!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with delight as she examined the thoughtful gift Caleb had chosen for her, a gesture that spoke volumes about their bond and his caring nature.

“Just try, hmm?” Alex’s face remained stone, but under her persistence, he finally opened his mouth slightly. She slid the spoon in, watching eagerly. He chewed, but the taste was dead to him. Though the rice was perfectly spiced, the chicken tender and juicy, his tongue felt nothing but ashes. His face didn’t change. His heart wasn’t there. He swallowed heavily, forcing it down. “Good,” Eva said brightly, as though he’d just achieved a milestone. “Just a little more, then you’ll take your drugs.”

Super smooth and beautiful. "Can you help me zip it up?"

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