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Chapter ThiryFive

Author: Tory June
last update Last Updated: 2024-09-08 21:14:23

After a few hours, I arrived at the venue.

A private hall in a five-star hotel located in the heart of London, close to the office.

As I stepped into the beautiful room, the lights seemed to shine straight on me, as if I had entered another world. Music filled the air, and laughing rang against the walls.

I hesitated for a moment to gather myself before heading in.

The team dinner was in full swing, with people dancing, joking, and toasting to the night. I was slightly late, but only by a few minutes. It didn't really matter.

I was here now, and tonight was entirely about me.

Tables were laid with appetizing-looking delicacies. I could see little desserts, roasted vegetables, and grilled chicken meals set up like pieces of art. Glasses of expensive wines sparkled under the gentle lighting, and the air smelled like freshly made bread.

My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since noon. I pushed through, offering small smiles and nods as I greeted my colleagues.

“Hey, Sama
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