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39 - 'Aint Over
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2024-11-14 20:02:58*Mago’s POV*
The insistent ringing yanked me from sleep, an unwelcome tether back to reality. I reached for my phone, already irritated by whoever was so determined to get my attention at this ungodly hour.
“Boss Mago!” Dessa’s voice crackled with urgency.
“Dessa, it’s early.” My tone was a mixture of annoyance and fatigue.
“Did you forget?” Her voice was tinged with panic. “You’re meeting the investors today!”
My blood ran cold as her words hit me like a slap. The meeting—I’d forgotten. Cursing under my breath, I sat up, groggy and disoriented, and glanced around the dim room. I hung up without another word, then tapped the woman beside me. “You need to go.”
“What?” She murmured, eyes still closed, voice laced with the sultry remains of sleep.
“I said you need to go.” My tone sharpened. “I&rsq
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