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"We can compensate that person for this plot." He then snapped. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get me your manager!" She grew bolder with him backing her up. She curled up in his arms before slapping one of the staff members. "Didn't you hear us? Either let us speak to your manager, or call the person who reserved this plot over! Or else…" "I reserved this plot," I said. Slowly walking out of the crowd, I headed toward Suzanne and Gabriel. Gabriel shoved her out of his arms the moment he saw me before coming toward me.

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Hyun asked. "Well, for this book, I have to say that it's really business driven. They wanted me to come up with another book very quickly. I figured that the best way to do that was to get inspirations from different people's experiences and work on whatever I got from them. A little twist on this, some exaggeration on that. That's how I did the story. But of course, every adjustment had to make sense and that's were the harder part came," Cela explained. "So you mean, this novel is purely fictional?" he asked.

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The Wiley and Rossi partnership grew stronger. Three years later, Stanley and I got married in an old town abroad, where every house had colorful wind chimes swaying in the breeze. Their clear, tinkling notes rang out like heartfelt blessings, warm and bright. As the day wound down, I received a gift. No name was attached, but the Page logo was unmistakable. After Stanley took over the Rossi Group, he'd crushed what was left of the Page family. If they were a crumbling house after Andrea left, Stanley turned it into rubble.

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"You think I'd care about a position as president? You let Beatrice walk all over me before, and now that things have gone wrong, you suddenly think of me. Frederick, what a ridiculous idea you have." After I finished speaking, I hung up and blocked his number, giving him no chance to contact me again. When I set my phone down, I noticed that Eliot was watching me. "I thought you would help him," he said. I took a bite of my food with a blank expression. "I've already resigned from my previous company, so whatever happens there has nothing to do with me." I winked at Eliot as soon as I finished speaking. "Besides, if I really went back, wouldn't you get jealous?"

“Sorry. Hi. I’m Carolina Alves, C.A. Noite if you want to sound fancy, and I, um, wrote Meow Me Twice: A Feral Love Story.” The crowd chuckled. Ace’s voice carried from the back, warm and teasing. “We know.” I mock-glared in his direction, which made the laughter grow. “So… I didn’t really plan a big speech. I thought I’d talk about what this book means to me, and honestly, what it took to write it.”

Kimani Secretly dating your brother's best friend sounded like the plot of a book when I said it in my head. Something dramatic and exciting and slightly scandalous that happened to other people, the kind of situation you read about and thought well that girl should have known better. And it was all of those things. It was also how I ended up flat on my back on my own bed with Roan King hovering above me like the concept of personal gravity had simply never applied to him and he saw no reason to start respecting it now.

"Oh, and Alastair? Whatever you decide, I want you to know that our time together has been... illuminating." He left me alone with the job offer and a growing sense that I was missing something crucial about this entire situation. But the prospect of independence, of being able to support myself without owing anyone anything, was too tempting to dismiss outright. I spent the rest of the morning reviewing the paperwork and researching Serrano Creative Studios online. Everything checked out, it was a legitimate business with a solid reputation. By the time Luciano returned that afternoon, I'd made my decision. "I'll take it," I told him, holding up the signed contracts. "The job and the apartm