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CHAPTER 20

RONNELL POV

The rain drummed a relentless pace on the windowpane, mimicking the frantic beat of my heart. Blair's email echoed in my mind, a constant loop of brief sentences. Every second Blair's response lingered in my inbox felt like a drip of ice down my spine.

My desk drawer, a neat stack of her handwritten schedules mocked me with their perfect clarity.

Each word, each number, a testament to her carefulness. It wasn't until Roy's schedule, a scrawled mess of crossed-out lines and incomprehensible numbers, landed on my desk that I truly noticed Blair's perfect handwriting. Now, counting Roy's mistakes felt like a crime.

His words were written roughly and I could hardly understand. I had a feeling of wrongness I hadn't able to shake. And Blair had been no help at all. She had taken far too long to respond to a simple email, and when she finally did, it had been to back Roy up.

So, I was either going insane or Roy was definitely not competent with his work. If this was some sort
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