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❛ dangling on the leash of longing. . . ❜ ─── chapter seven! ❫
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007. ╱ ❝ and the 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 makes sense ━━ behind a 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓-𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖐 fence. ━━ if i could 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊, i would've already 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙. ❞
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﹙ 𝕱RIDAY ━ 𝕱EBRUARY 13TH, 2015﹚
THE HARSH FLUORESCENT LIGHTS OF GALLAGHER & LANG'S 56TH FLOOR CUT THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE LATE FEBRUARY NIGHT. It wasa stark beacon amidst the sea of dimmed office buildings. With everyone gone for the day, it was eerily quiet. Inside her corner office, Carson Crest leaned back in her leather desk chair, rubbing her tired eyes. The silver antique clock on her bookshelf, a gift from a grateful client, ticked relentlessly toward midnight.
