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he asked⁠, voice gr‌avelly but measure⁠d. “Yes‌,” I rep‍lied so⁠ftly, my voi⁠ce barely more th⁠an a wh‌isper. He pushed a t‍hick sta⁠ck of papers toward me.‍ The pages looked crisp and n‍ew,⁠ official and seriou‌s. “Sig‍n here, here,” he said, pointing with a r‌oug⁠h⁠ finger, “and initial the addendum on pa⁠ge twelve. Eve‌rything’s in o‍rder‌.”

It’s a sequence he hasn't changed since we were college sweethearts: *I_Love_Genny*. I type it in, expecting to see his standard lecture notes or a half-finished logistics spreadsheet. Instead, the desktop populates, and my eyes land on a minimized P*F file sitting squarely in the center of the screen. My hand moves the mouse, clicking it open out of pure curiosity. The breath completely dies in my throat. Sprawled across the screen in brutal, cold legalese is a drafted **Petition for the Dissolution of relationship and assets between Genevieve Sinclair and Julian Sterling**.

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The school notebook only contains at least fifty sheets of paper. When Via had almost filled up the school's notebook, she discerned fear that she would run out of all the papers available to her. She began her practice on the 1/2 intermediate pad paper that was EasyWrite. The thin layer of EasyWrite paper makes it a bit transparent that the trace of writing on the front page would make the words on the back unreadable. The intermediate pad paper was a scratch for mathematical computations. Because they only have to submit the final answers in their school notebook in Mathematics and only contain at least eighty sheets of paper.

I make two piles at his request. “These are all media inquiries we have received since the announcement of the program.” He points to a pile. “The check mark means we responded. The ones with the x mean we declined to comment. We need to put them in order, scan them in, and send them to the Goddess Foundation.” “Um, o-okay?” I flick my eyes up at him as I sort the paperwork. “We need to do this now? It looks like you’ve been putting this off for months.”

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

The bubbles in his water glass have stopped rising. "Your sister," he says, "is very well situated." I do not know what that means. I know exactly what that means. The man reaches into his pocket and withdraws a folded sheet of paper, cream-colored, heavy stock, the kind of paper that costs more than the meal I ate on the train. He unfolds it once, twice, and lays it on the marble between us. The numbers are typed in a clean serif font, and the zeroes stretch across the page like a row of small open mouths.

She asked, still biting her lip in an anxious manner. "Last period," he grinned. "Procrastination at it's finest." Annie paused for a moment before she started flipping through her notebook. She then turned her notebook towards him, "Here. It's this one right?" Leo looked down at the papers before giving her an odd look, "Yeah, why?" She shrugged, "You can use it, if you want. It'll save you time. I mean, considering the science junkie you are, I'm sure you know all of it anyways."

I narrow my eyes. "Yes, sign it," he declares seriously. "We have to make this look and feel real if anyone is going to believe it. But we need to protect ourselves in the process. So this paper is a reminder that we won't break these rules. Rules that will keep us within an inch of crossing the line from fake to a real couple," he informs, making more sense than I pegged him for. I snatch it from him looking it over. No falling in love with me. Even though Rae will really want to.

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.