Chapter 17 A small pebble in my shoes

Fizza Rashid 1.3k words

Carlos’s P.O.V.

The scent of pine and damp earth welcomed me as I stepped out of the black SUV. The air here always felt heavier, thicker with the weight of responsibilities. Even so, returning to my office after forty-eight hours of imperial negotiation and ceremonial nonsense felt relaxing. But the tightness...

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