Chapter 79
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Told them I’d like to be moved back to Sinclair Tech or just anywhere that wasn’t under him.
There was a pause-long and calculated-before Dorian himself got on the line.
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He sighed. “At least stay until we find someone to take over your file load. A week, maybe less. You know how
delicate some of those transitions are.”
I didn’t want to agree. But I wasn’t heartless. I understood responsibility. And honestly? I wanted out clean.
“Fine,” I said. “A few more days.”
By noon. I was accompanying Mom to the hospital again. The doctors had asked for another round of tests. Her last scan had shown promise, but not enough to give us the all-clear. Not yet.
She was tired. Hopeful. Holding my hand the whole time like it was the only anchor she had.
They said they’d need her to come back a few more times. Just to be sure.
I nodded and smiled, grateful her eyes still had light in them, even if her body was frail,
When I took her back home, she insisted I leave. “You have work,” she said. “And you’ve done enough hovering”
1 kissed her forehead and left, walking for a bit to clear my head.
But after two blocks, something shifted.
It started with a prickling on the back of my neck, that eerie sensation of being watched. I glanced over my shoulder. Nothing.
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I didn’t wait
The next cab I saw, 1 flagged down and jumped in, giving the driver the address for Sinclair HQ without thinking
When the taxi pulled up to the front of the building, my skin went cold.
The figure was there.
Again.
Across the street. Still in that hood. Still watching.
My stomach dropped.
I rushed out of the car, barely thanking the driver, and headed straight into the building.
And that’s when I collided-hard-into someone.
“Shit, Venus.”
1 looked up.
Dorian
Caught off guard. He steadied me with both hands, concern flickering across his face.
“What the hell happened?”
My breath hitched. “Someone’s following me.”
His entire demeanor shifted.
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Because Dorian didn’t do empathy.
We sat in silence while security scrubbed through the footage.
Nothing showed up.
“They knew the blind spots,” he said quietly.
I looked at him. “I’m sorry for wasting everyone’s time. Maybe I was just being paranoid.” Even though I knew I wasn’t.
“Venus-”
“I have to go, I cut in, standing. “I’m sorry. I’m not in the right state of mind to work today.”
fie only nodded.
I took my leave.
The whole ride home, I kept checking over my shoulder.
Paranoia or not… something wasn’t right.
And when I finally stepped into the penthouse, I felt it.
Stillness
Not peace-heaviness.
1 closed the door behind me and slipped off my shoes, moving slowly, cautiously. Like even the air was holding its breath.
And then I saw him.
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