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she turned to Sikandar, “And to answer your question, you don’t have to call anyone. Since you guys saved my life, even though I didn’t want you to, I guess I could share my story.” The boys gave her their full attention. “My publishing company is suing me for writing my story myself instead of using AI,” She said. “That makes no sense, you do use AI,” Sikandar said. “Yes, but my company thinks I’m writing the story myself and pretending to use AI,” Alishba explained, “They say the writing is too chaotic to have been written by a chatbot.” “Isn’t it a good thing that people can’t tell it’s written by a bot?” Aarif asked.

HER POV Fastforward to Year 2020 Teett.. My message alert sounded. Woow, so sexy. Sir Dan, a friend of mine commented. He sent me a photo I just uploaded in my Instapix. I was lying on my stomach on the sand with one foot up and wearing my two piece bikini. Haha... Just a day out with my cousins at the beach. And here's another one! Sir Dan sent another message right after I uploaded a photo of me standing in the two piece bikini turning my back to the camera and raising my arms to the sky.

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He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

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She was crying, pleading with a man. "I'm just an orphan. If I don't use some tricks, how would Mr. Reese ever care about me? Please, help me again. Let me make him feel guilty! Mr. Reese loves me, but because of my status, his family will never approve of me. He promised he'd marry me. I have to do something and make him feel guilty, so he'll feel sorry for me! Please, just one more time! I just need to pretend to jump off the building, and Mr. Reese will feel indebted to me for the rest of his life!" She was such a good actress.

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I said, cutting in before he could drift back into that calm, controlling silence he loved so much, “I have a better idea.” His brow lifted slightly. “Do you.” “Yes,” I said, sitting up a little straighter now, warming up to it as I spoke. “We fake it.” A pause, he didn’t interrupt so I kept going. “We take pictures. Stage them. Beach, sunsets, whatever rich people post. We can even use an AI if we have to. Then later we drop some dramatic post about how we tried but the company needs it's CEO to operate correctly.” I shrugged lightly. “Boom. Done. Public gets their story, you get your image, and we don’t have to suffer through a whole trip together.”