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Chapter Forty-Two: The Cracks On The Glass
The city lights blurred into streaks of neon as Benedict leaned back in the plush leather seat, his eyelids heavy with fatigue. The company party had stretched on longer than expected, and all he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. He glanced at Paulina, her face illuminated by the dashboard light, her expression unreadable. "Paulina, can we just go home?" he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion. "Home?" she scoffed, her voice sharp. "You call this home, Benedict? You've been gone for weeks, and all you do is talk about your 'business meeting' in Japan. What about me? What about us?" Benedict sighed, his patience wearing thin. "Paulina, we've been over this. It was a business meeting. What else could it be?" "Oh, really?" she sneered. "Then explain this," she pulled
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