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... Of course, Lane had already expected that kind of reaction, so he wasn’t deterred in the slightest.

"Please?" He leaned forward, looking at Ava with puppy eyes. "Pretty please?"

Ava sized him up, her expression unchanged. "Lane, I’m also busy. I don’t have time to act as your secretary..."

"It won’t be much, I promise! You just need to skim through Blanc and Vulcan’s emails, and respond to Blanc if necessary... I even prepared you a short guide on how to respond! See, I’l ...

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