Savannah
They thought I’d disappear. That I’d resign quietly, fade into the background like some forgotten assistant who cracked under the pressure of real power. But I wasn’t built for silence. I was built for reinvention. And if Aria Kensington thought she’d burned me to ashes, she clearly forgot one thing: ashes still smolder.
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