the post (Gabriel POV)
Queen Mother wanted your deposition. She finessed the final draft. The words kept waltzing in front of my eyes. As if a running pamphlet for a live broadcast. It has been a few days since Jitesh received that message from our Flower. The only member the Secret Society isn’t aware of. Except for Jitesh, the messenger man. As I aimed for the bull’s eye with my last set of arrows and let it lose. It missed. “Bullseye!” The man at the post announced. I licked my lower lip in angst. How many more of my people lie so blatantly in my face? With the same anguish in my head, I aimed for the bullseye with the next arrow. Hoping to concentrate. Focus on what is important. This fashion week advantaged me in three prospects; revenue, worldwide exposure, and trust for reformation. For all thos
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