out, her heart hammering against her ribs, and found her way to the main lobby. The opulence was staggering-gle

and Colette, emerging from the main bank of elevators. Colette's face was a mask o

d. "So arrogant. The Pacheco fami

cene in the hallway. Her hungover brain cobbled together a wild, terrifying theory: the man upstairs wasn't just some es

n so much

owhere, blocking her path. Before she could panic, an older man with si

voice a polite, respectfu

d," she stammered, thinking they were th

d his professional composure. "Sir insisted

nic rising like bile in her throat. The rich woman found out. She's sending her people to warn me, or worse, make me disappear.

oorman was already holding open the back d

being escorted by the suited men... her back l

e snapped, yanking on his arm

ent protest. The door closed with a solid, satisfying thud, sealing her in a world of silent, air-conditioned luxury. The ceiling above her

for a top-tier rich woman would have access to all

nto the main drive of Columbia University and pulled to a stop

out, walked around, and ope

yn step

the sparkling crystal-studded flats. A girl who was known for her thrift-store jeans and

laza, followed by a ripple of whispers and the unmistakab

my g

d frozen a few feet away, her morning cof

ng Gwendolyn's shoulders. "You left last night to get drunk a

r face burning. She pulled Chloe towards t

into his phone. "Sir, the young lady has b

g floor was a distant buzz in the background. He swiped his finger across a tablet, pulling up Gwendoly

ve smile spread

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