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Decided to make it longer in compensation for the wait :p Enjoy!

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

“But what about you? How did you go on without me?” “I grew up.” “But you never had a mother.” I smiled gently and said, “I have one now.” I had come back in time to help my mother get rid of those terrible people. If she could just keep living, that would be enough for me. The next morning, she started looking for work in Amity City. She had studied accounting in college. Finding a job in a small city was not difficult, but the salary and benefits were far worse than what she had in Harbor City.

He stared at me like he wanted to tear me apart with his eyes. I did not care. I stepped closer and leaned in, my voice low by his ear. "Wyatt, don't forget. Your family still owes the Larson family one million in revolving funds. The deadline is in three days. "Pay it back on time. "Otherwise… your front doors might not survive." I straightened up and did not spare him another glance. Then I turned cleanly, took Joseph's hand, and walked out of that disgusting place without looking back. Wyatt and Becky's wedding continued in an awkward, suffocating atmosphere, forced to its conclusion.

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Even her lips turned white, making the tear tracks on her cheeks look like deep, hollow ravines. Dad walked over. His voice trembled too. "Dex, that command doesn't count. It was said in the heat of the moment. It doesn't count." The door was pushed open again. Sapphire stood in the doorway, looking at us hesitantly. "Adam has been sent back," she began. "His system glitched out. The manufacturer said his emotional module overloaded, so he had to be recalled to the factory for repairs." Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle.

I asked when I noticed Brett input a more advanced code for an intern. “I am rewriting the algorithm.” “Why?” I frowned as I leaned closer to the screen. “The program was flawed. I don’t know if it was intentional, but how it was set up isn’t possible. The only way to make it work is to rewrite it with the correct codes.” Brett explained without slowing down his typing speed. “Can you send me the original file?” I straightened my spine and walked back to my desk. “No problem.” Brett responded, and as I sat at my desk, my computer pinged with an alert that I had received an email.

"But I promise you this: I will do everything in my power to make amends, to regain your trust. I will learn from this mistake, and I will strive to be the Alpha you deserve." The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of my own heartbeat echoing in my ears and then, slowly, one by one, my pack members stepped forward, their expressions softening with forgiveness, with understanding. "We believe in you, Amanda," they said in unison, their voices a chorus of support. "We know you will do what is right for our pack."