Chapter 41
Ayra’s POV • • As the car sped through the evening traffic, I glanced at Ava. “That lady from earlier… Who was she? Was she that popular?” Ava shrugged lazily. “Sandra Blackwood. She’s a model—one of those runway types with a million followers and a plastic face. She’s been trying to get into Kael Corp for months. Always hanging around the building.” I blinked. “And we just insulted her?” Ava side-eyed me. “We didn’t insult her. She embarrassed herself. And anyway, Leon probably knows their type. That’s why he opened the new hub in Phoenicia—to scout real talent.” My breath hitched. Phoenicia. My hometown. “That’s… where I’m from,” I muttered. Ava turned her head slightly. “Oh.” I turned away, eyes drifting to the window. My thoughts darkened. Phoenicia—the place where O was bull
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