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“Payback.” “Uh?” She crosses her arms to her chest and speaks neatly. “I’m here to pay you back for making use of your time the last time we were together.” “I’m not following.” She stares me down as if I’m dumb and maybe I am. Since when do people get a payback for spending time with another person? “You did me a favor,” she starts, one word leaving her mouth at a time as if she’s speaking to a child. “And I don’t like owing others. That’s why I’m here to pay you back for that favor. Then we can go on with our lives.”

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I asked and listened intently as they told Bailee and me about the book club they were in, the activities they did, and how they dominated almost all of them since they worked as a team while most others were in there alone. They seemed to love it, and when I offered to send them to a better-quality facility, they both shook their heads. “No, we don’t want any money from you.” I opened my mouth to argue that rehab and spending money were two different things when Bailee interrupted me. “And how is the staff? Do they treat you well?” She glanced around discretely to ensure no one had overheard her before looking back at my parents. “Oh, they are just lovely. We have been having a great time,

And something flickered in her exhausted eyes—something ancient and terrible and knowing. [END OF CHAPTER 10]

"Ms. Griffin made you my mentor. You were supposed to guide me. Now that I've made a mistake, this is your responsibility." I stared at his selfish, hypocritical face, then slapped him hard across the face. Following that, I pulled out my shattered phone. "First of all, I worked seven nights straight. I'd just finished a security system for a client worth 100 million. I smashed my phone when I got irritated. I never heard your calls."

She leaned forward, resting her chin lightly in her hand, her dark eyes lit with genuine, captivating interest as she listened to Eve. "So the regression model doesn't just track soft-tissue fatigue," Maya said, her voice a smooth, velvety purr that effortlessly navigated the technical jargon. She picked up her glass of crisp Pinot Grigio, taking a slow, elegant sip. "It actually predicts the subtle neuromuscular degradation before the player even registers the strain?"

She sneered and flung crisp bills at me, one after the other. "Take this money and get lost!" Kian slowly stood up, casually straightening his wrinkled shirt, leaving the buttons undone, exposing the faint red marks on his skin. He walked over to Sandra and pulled her into his arms with practiced ease. "Babe, why are you getting so worked up over a robot who only knows how to make money?" He looked past Sandra at me with a teasing glance. "You're working so hard. The money you've earned is just for us to spend, right?"

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.