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Author: Calendula
last update2025-01-22 18:14:42

Dominic stared at himself in the mirror, still frustrated after the events of earlier that afternoon.

The whispers of officials questioning his orders echoed in his ears, making his blood boil.

However, before he could completely drown in anger and self-pity, the sound of a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Dominic opened the door, and there stood Darrus.

Darrus had deliberately come to the capital just to meet Dominic tonight. His face appeared calm yet full of alertness, like someone who knew exactly what to do, even in the darkest of times.

"Dominic, I know you're going through a tough day." Darrus said sympathetically as he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.

Dominic nodded, allowing Darrus to enter.

"Yes, it's been a tiring day. Everyone is blaming me," Dominic muttered in despair.

Darrus smiled faintly, motioning for Dominic to sit.

"I understand. That's why I'm here."

"I have a plan that will not only silence Max's supporters but also strengthe
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