Chapter 11 CHAPTER 11 — DO NOT CONFESS TO CRIMES ON SPEAKERPHONE.

The car pulled away and the world stayed behind like a bad piece of gossip—fast, shiny, inevitable.

I still had my phone in my hand, staring at that notification like it was a snake in heels.

CEO’S NEW GIRLFRIEND?

My face. His hand. Vega House in the background.

Crick… crick… crick.

“No…” slip...

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