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Chapter 46: The Waiting Room

Author: Erym
last update publish date: 2026-06-30 20:53:45

Zara's POV

I don’t remember leaving his office.

One moment I am standing there, frozen, watching the hurt in his eyes. The next, I am in the elevator, pressing the button for the parking garage over and over, my hands shaking so badly I almost drop my keys.

"Go home, Zara." His voice echoes in my head. "I am not asking. I am telling you."

I’m already driving before I realize I have started the engine. The city blurs past me: red lights, stop signs, pedestrians, but my mind is still in his offic
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