CHAPTER 36: The Great Internal Debate: Roses Are Red, Careers Are Dead

Arthur’s words hung in the air like a bad cologne—inescapable, suffocating, and designed to ruin my morning. Work with Grayson in person, or no deal. Simple. Brutal. And here I was, holding my cappuccino like it was a crystal ball, trying to see a future in the foam.

My brain, ever helpful, starte...

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