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s's face twisted into sheer panic, cold

ward Fletcher at the edge of the crowd, frantic

o Brant's boat after lying about his promotion, he sto

manager of the Premier Rideshare Alliance, whatever she

ed her, so she faked evidence to

hing for them, the tide of opin

ingers at me and hurling vicious insults abo

these self-proclaimed elites act like brainl

just fired over the phone, yet you're still here committin

talking nonsense! I was promoted! Y

our bruised, limping bodyguards walked in, supporting a man whose

the center of the circle, saw

ound gangsters at the gas station to break my arm! Curtis, you have to

nced I was a violent criminal tied to street gangs, sev

black batons closed in from all sides,

a winner's smile. "Domenica, since you refuse a toast only

lying mouth crooked myself!" Brant s

first, reaching out rough hands to gra

I slipped under their reach, clamped my hands onto both

oud crack. Both men rolled their eyes bac

ike a ghost, every strike of my palms and elbows was followe

rained security guards lay sprawled across

as if I were a monster, barely daring to breathe, while

iedly smoothed the cuffs of my trench coat,

ver the trembling elites before stop

e the right to stand here?" My voice

ck privilege card embossed with a dark gold crest

Domenica Justice, the new CEO o

en, an uproar of laughter ten times lou

the CEO, then I'm the President of the United States!"

om the street outside. Ten bulletproof black Maybachs glided up to the hote