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Unusual Feelings
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2025-02-02 21:00:26Blake POV
I wake up around five, feeling strangely off balance, like I’m living someone else’s life. I’ve always been on my own, handling everything myself, so this is a different rhythm altogether. After getting ready, I walk out, set up my laptops, and then head to the elevator.
Being inside Demitri’s system has shown me a lot of things, like the fact he doesn’t even have a functional kitchen—not even for coffee. Instead, he orders it, and someone brings it up. It’s ridiculous.
In the restaurant kitchen on a lower floor, I grab two coffees, ignoring the curious stares of a few onlookers. A woman eyes me as I’m putting on the lids, and I give her a quick, “I’m with Demitri—ask him.” No way am I paying for coffee; if he expects people to live in his place, he should have a basic setup.
Once I’m back upstairs, I settle in with my laptops. Yesterday, I didn’
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