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2024-10-29 19:42:56Emily returned to the condo, noting its emptiness. As she entered, she called out to the AI. "Dune, where is Alex?"
"Alex left at about 1:45 PM," the AI responded. Emily checked the time; it was almost 8 PM. She sighed and headed to her room to change into something more comfortable. She selected a plush velour lounge set in deep burgundy, with a soft, oversized hoodie, and matching joggers, perfect for a relaxing evening.Just then, Alex entered the condo. "Good evening," Emily greeted him warmly as she made her way to the refrigerator. She pulled out a bottle of water and took a refreshing sip."Would you like a cup?" Emily asked, holding up the bottle."Yes, please," Alex replied. She poured him a drink, and they both sipped their water, a tense silence settling between them."So, how was the meeting with the Millers?" Alex broke the silence."It went fine," Emily responded, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "They agreed to let me in on everything. I'llRelated chapters
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