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Present
Unhirable.
Chyna’s head swam, and she rested her hand on the table to keep herself from spinning. Blacklisted. All markets. Her throat ceased. She didn’t understand those words, especially not all together in relation to her. She…she couldn’t be. She just couldn’t be.
He wouldn’t do that. She had been on top. She had been everything. Then, one f**k up—leaving him—and that was the end? That couldn’t be the end!
This was what she wanted! He couldn’t steal the one thing that she wanted. It’s not like she had taken anything from him except the break up. She would gladly go back to Italy and let him end it if it meant that he would change this.
She didn’t even know that he could do this. How could he blacklist her? What did he have on her that would justify murdering her career
