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Meanwhile, Jennie didn't wait and wired a billion USD in cryptocurrency to the Ten Thousand Armies' account in just half a day. It was no exaggeration either—she had managed the family's funds aplenty, but never once had she made a payment this much or this quickly. This was mainly because Harrison's promise motivated her. Despite facing the pushy cameramen and nosy journalists, Jennie was actually excited, almost as if she were already the nation's most beloved mother and wife.

A pause. “He is the bravest person I know and I say that as someone who has watched him be brave at things most people never have to face.” Then he looked off camera, not at anything specific, the look of someone thinking and smiled the small real smile and said: “He is going to be okay. I know it because I know him.” Seven million views in four hours. The comment section was just: “he is going to be okay.” Repeated, thousands of times. Lennon saw the video from the kitchen island at two PM. He watched it. He watched it again.

ALPHA DAMON’S POV I couldn’t stop smiling to myself and even chuckling in between as I held Jenny so close to myself. Iit was the first time I was spending a night in her room but it didn’t feel strange or uncomfortable for me. Infact, I was having the night of my life because I just watched Jenny get drunk for the first time for me and it was her first for her too so it was special for me and I wasn't going to forget about the night.

Now she was completely ready, she could go to the door, her entrance time was at eight, but on the first day the indication was to arrive earlier to register the fingerprint at the entrance of the building, looking at her cell phone she could see that she got ready incredibly fast, it was seven o'clock in the morning, she put her black leather backpack on her back and finally opened the door, meeting André standing there, he was apparently going to call her and that was really nice of him, he had shaved his beard, he was wearing a light blue social shirt, a backpack on his back and a huge briefcase in his right hand. - Good morning, flower of the day, but who would have thought, make-up is a

I loved the hustle and bustle of it all. “You know what? This is going to sound nuts .. but I had the best time tonight. I mean after that second hour when I wanted to rock back and forth in the corner. But yeah.. after that? I had a really fun time.” I told Jenny. I had only just figured it out myself. Jenny snorted. “You’re right girlie. That is nuts. You are nuts.” She told me laughing.

: : : : Jennie Pov : She was laying on street, cops were looking for her, regardless of whether she took off from her own nation yet her photographs were generally around the screen, she never thought his fucking sleeping partner Jecob could betray her like this, a lone tears escaped from her eyes, but this tear was not because of fear, it's because of rage, anger.

At sharp six o'clock on Wednesday, Jackson was ready to go for his morning jog. He hates to wake up early, especially in the middle of the week. But Jackson felt like his home was the last place he wanted to be, and a quick run would help clear his mind. Jennie had been lying in bed awake the entire morning. She had been experiencing sleepless nights for five days now. Jackson had not interacted with her from Saturday to Tuesday, and now it was Wednesday. Jennie knew today wouldn't be any different. She heard the guest room door open, then shut. Jennie was hoping to hear a knock on her door, but when she overheard the front door slam, her desires shattered.

Nicole's POV The fifth one lasted eighteen hours. I know because Petra timed it. She had been timing them since the second one left in tears on a Wednesday afternoon clutching a potted plant she had brought from home, and at this point the tally had become something of an office sport. There was no betting pool, officially, but I had noticed that certain people's lunches got more elaborate on the days a new one started, which told me everything I needed to know. "Eighteen hours and forty minutes," Petra announced, dropping into her chair with the satisfied energy of someone delivering genuinely important news. "Beat the last one by two hours."

You’re welcome. She attached the photo and hit send. “Done,” Jenna said, setting her phone down. “Now we sit and wait.” Vanessa picked up her wine glass with shaking hands. “How long do you think it’ll take?” “If they’re smart? An hour. Maybe less. This is gold for them, just relax” They finished their lunch and ordered dessert. Vanessa couldn’t stop checking her phone every few minutes. Forty-five minutes later, Jenna’s phone buzzed. She looked at the screen and grinned. “It’s live.”

Chapter 25: The Leak POV: Jennifer The video hit the internet at 4:03 AM Geneva time. I was awake. I’d been awake for 39 hours. David was asleep on the couch in the safe house, Elena curled against his chest, both of them finally breathing like people who thought they’d live past sunrise. I was standing by the window, watching snow fall on a city that wanted us dead. My phone buzzed. Once. Then twice. Then it didn’t stop.