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And Ivy, still asleep, began to talk. “I wish... I wish I didn’t always have to earn love. That someone would just choose me. Without conditions. Without tests. Just… choose me.” Lake’s throat tightened. He swallowed. The next morning, Ivy found the footage. It wasn’t on purpose. She was looking through the SD card for her own project files, preparing notes for her research. She clicked a folder named Raw Nights—thinking it was something from their interview practice—and found it. Her own face. Sleeping.

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Bang! Jacob Carlson suddenly pick up the tea cup on the table and smashed it violently on to the floor. His frustration turned into fury. "Trash! Who is trash! Useless pieces of trash! This woman couldn't even settle such a simple matter, she was just a trash!" He roared coldly. "I couldn't believe that this Jate Woods managed to smell a rat so easily. He's not easy to handle at all."

I sat there, chewing on pulled pork, feeling like an unnecessary, big-spending idiot. The comments floated by. [I’m dead. Birds of a feather really do flock together!] [Alisha’s worried about emotional cheating, but these two are just exchanging frugality strategies like it’s a conference.] [Relax, they’ll never be a couple. Neither of them would be willing to pay for the other’s meal.] [Wait, no one’s curious how to buy ribs for one cent?!] I finally couldn’t take it anymore and cut in. "So, Xavier, I heard you and Alisha were college classmates?"

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I moved through the files methodically, uncertain exactly what I was looking for, though some instinct kept pulling my attention toward a folder tucked toward the back, slightly out of alignment with the others, as though it had been handled more recently and returned without quite the same care. The folder had no label. That, more than anything, made me open it first. Inside, I found a series of documents that took several long moments to fully parse — correspondence dated roughly fourteen months ago, references to a private venue booking, a payment authorization for what the document described only as “discreet consultation services,” and, tucked toward the back, a single handwritten note