Being… her.
And in a few hours,
I would see her.
After five years.
exhaled slowly.
“9 p.m.,” I muttered.
Not long.
Not long at all.
My phone buzzed.
Sera.
I picked it up.
“Sir,” she said. “Meeting confirmed. 9 a.m. with Lydia and her team.”
A pause.
Then



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