Chapter 7: The Strike

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The alarm clock blared its usual shrill tone at 5:00 AM, slicing through the darkness of my room like a knife. Usually, this sound triggered a panic response. It meant I had fifteen minutes to shower, dress, and run to the bakery to start the dough for the morning rush. It meant another day of servitude to Thomas Vale, working off a debt that he never intended to let me repay. It was a normal routine I had grown accustomed to. But today, I didn't flinch. I stared at the glowing red numbers in the dark. Five hours. That was all I had left. Five hours until the black limousine arrived at 10:00 AM. Five hours until I was free. I reached over and slapped the off button, silencing the noise. "Not today," I whispered into the pillow, a small, victorious smile touching my lips. I rolled o

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