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2025-04-29 19:01:21"So we make our own calls."
"What are you doing?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it.
Alex glanced over, confusion creasing his brow. "What?"
"They're targeting me," I said, the words coming out harsher than intended. "My foundation. My reputation. Not yours."
"Maya, I didn't mean—"
"Just because we've fucked doesn't mean you get to insert yourself into my professional life," I continued, the harshness surprising even me. Where was this coming from? Why did that simple pronoun feel so threatening?
Alex fell silent, eyes back on the road. I immediately regretted the outburst but couldn't find the words to walk it back. Instead, I changed the subject ent
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