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" How dare she think she can take my place." I stopped pacing and looked out the window. "But it's not just about Reina. It's about her Brand." I turned back to my desk and picked up the phone again. "I want you to make sure those reviews are vicious," I shouted into the phone. "I want them to be brutal. I want Reina's Brand to be destroyed." The person on the other end of the line nodded again. "Okay, Lucy. We'll make sure the reviews are vicious."

“Those pictures don’t even cover half of it” “Damn”. She stuffs her mouth full with fries, chews on them like a goat then washes it down with a swig of her Pepsi. No dignity when eating fast food, I respect it Hoshino. “You’d have drunk her piss”. I get stoned with a wing bone for that one. “When will you let that go?!”. How about never? I take a long swig of my Pepsi while maintaining eye contact to communicate my thoughts. She scoffs. “How long is your review supposed to be?”. Damn that question. She’s been asking that all day.

She instantly ran past me which made me laugh out loud. Goodness, she is so damn cute. author's note: hii dearos... I know you people are giving good response but please atleast leave a review at last. it's really important.

The less obvious the better, they say. “Same age as I am, huh.” she mumbled under her breath, her eyes darting from every little information she come across with. A satisfied hum escaped her lips as her eyes left the endless blocks of words to gaze up on her partner. “Although her personality is completely the opposite of mine, her physical attributes fit mine very well.” she stated after her brief review of the overall information that she has to keep in mind.

It's the best way to make an inquiry because I don't get notifications for reviews or comments. Sincerely, LiLhyz

I found her alone in a quiet corner, reviewing notes, concentration etched into every line of her face. I approached, careful not to startle her. “May I?” I asked, indicating the chair beside her. She hesitated, then nodded, a small but clear concession. I sat, silent for a moment, just observing her. Every movement, every flick of the pen, spoke volumes. She was competent, precise, intelligent, and acutely aware of her surroundings. And yet… there was vulnerability too, subtle, fleeting, human. “You’re good at this,” I said finally. “Better than most in this room.”

Twenty-two full, the twenty-third in progress. She has been doing the annual review at this table for fifty-one years — not this exact table, she replaced the kitchen table twice, but this position, this window, this November morning light. The consistency of the practice produces a quality that the individual instances cannot produce alone: the sense of being inside something that extends beyond any single occurrence of it. She picks up the Cristina pen. November. The fifty-first review. She is seventy-one years old. Fifty-one years of the second life.

And here she is, wearing sweatpants that have seen better days. An ad pops up on her feed. No flashy graphics. Just a sleek, black background with a single, pulsing blue waveform. ECHO. YOUR DESIRES, VOICED. YOUR FANTASIES, LEARNED. She frowns. She usually scrolls past this crap. Dating apps, p**n bots—it’s all the same lifeless noise. But something about the reviews catches her eye. “It knew what I wanted before I did. 10/10.”

"She's... she's filled with some kind of strange energy." ... Hello readers Don't forget to vote for the story with your gems and leave a review about the book. Lots of love.

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