ECHOES OF THE PAST

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via's breath trapped in her throat as she saw him enter. Ethan Blackwood. Tyc

ace stood a man who talked about each step. His dull hair was impeccably styled, his jaw adequately

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t companion, was advancing towards Ethan. A similar Sophia who had been there to get the pieces when Ethan left. A similar Sop

hat had she been thinking? That she could waltz maneuver into town

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se to the entry grabbed their eye. Now, Etha

te everyone's presence tonight. As you most likely are aware, the Westbrook Establishment has forever been committed to

to the stage, attracted by the

give state of the art innovation and training to oppressed networks all over the planet. Additionally, I

. Olivia's psyche dashed. One billio

tee the progress of this program, we want the best personalities in the busines

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iting back to Westbrook," Ethan's eyes locked onto her

ghts were racing as Olivia remained fixed to the spot. She hadn't gone after an

ds the stage. Ethan stretched out a hand to help

d, for her ears as it were. " W

. Since notwithstanding everything, in spite of the aggravation and the long stretches of quietness,

een waiting for was the