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the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

“I heard he’s ice-cold… the kind of man who can fire you with one look.” I adjusted the strap of my worn leather bag on my shoulder and tried to ignore the chatter. My cubicle was in the far corner of the lower-level floor — the “support” section, as they liked to call it politely. The pay was modest, barely enough to cover rent in this overpriced city, and my dreams of a promotion had been quietly dying for the past year and a half. Still, I showed up every day, did my work diligently, and hoped that somehow, someday, someone would notice. I had just settled into my tiny gray cubicle, booting up my ancient desktop computer, when Jamie — one of the friendlier guys from accounting — came spri

I couldn't wait to pick his brain again and learn even more. I opened up my internet browser to check my email while I waited for my other programs to finish loading. After a few minutes, I laughed as I realized I had opened up his website and had been staring at his company picture. Even on the computer screen, his eyes were mesmerizing and bathed me in their warmth. I hoped we could celebrate Dream Vacations joining Travel, Inc. tonight. I was even thinking of running out to my favorite lingerie shop to make sure I had something special to wear for the occasion.