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“Send,” I whispered. The digital guillotine fell.
Part 4: The 9:00 AM Massacre
Monday morning. I was in my penthouse office when the phone shrieked. It was Chloe.
“MAYA! YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” she screamed, her voice a jagged shard of panic. “I’m at the bridal continue reading …
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