Doom. Doom.-2

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I immediately opened our chat, typed out my account number, and accompanied it with a carefully calculated text: 'I love you so much, sugar. You're the only one who truly stands by me. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ”’' I stared at the sent message, doing the math in my head. That left eighty-five million dollars. Eighty-five million remaining. If I could somehow get this hacker paid today, I could scrub the drinking video and the digital footprints of the leak. Then, I could manage to convince Elara to stop whatever counter-plot she was brewing. Desperate, I dialed my motherโ€™s number. The call connected, and true to form, she didn't even let me speak. "Shawn! Why on earth have you not been picking up my calls? Do you have any idea what the boards are saying? Why did you get yourself into a disgraceful brawl

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