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... ke a car and more like a land shark waiting for its meal.
Aria stepped out of the studio gates, still wearing her street clothes but carrying the heavy emotional weight of the morning’s filming. When she slid into the back seat, the cool, conditioned air hit her like a balm.
Damien was there, as promised. But he wasn’t on his laptop this time. He was holding a thick manila folder, his expression grave.
"Hungry?" he asked, though his eyes didn’t leave her face.
"St ...
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