Simp No More
This was a game neither of us could afford to lose.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice low, eyes narrowing. "How do you know so much?"
I didn't answer.
Silence, in moments like this, was more powerful than truth. In this quiet battle of push and pull, our leverage rose and fell like the tide.
My stake was my life. Hers—wealth, reputation, power.
She had spent a lifetime looking down on people like me. The poor. The disposable. But deep down, I knew she understood exactly what kind of decision she needed to make.
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