Chapter 242
Author: Youngblood
last update2025-11-21 17:22:42

Marlene set the files down on Ava’s desk, crossed her arms, and gave her a long, assessing look.

“No,” she said simply.

Ava frowned. “That’s it? No?”

“That’s it.” Marlene sat on the edge of the desk. “You’re not weird, Ava. You’re straightforward. Blunt. Fiercely principled. Sometimes a little too sharp around the edges—but that’s because you’re used to protecting yourself.”

Ava looked away, throat tightening unexpectedly. Whatever Marlene was saying was nothing but the truth of the matter and
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