Chapter 31 Old Ghosts, New Faces

Alia Sulaimon 1.4k words

The Whitmore Foundation headquarters was everything New York was known for — tall glass walls, shining marble floors, and people who looked like they never slept.

When Amara stepped inside, the lobby buzzed with quiet excitement. Staff whispered her name as she passed. Her reputation had arrived before she did.

“Mara Collins,”...

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