The Miller Curse: A Broken Vow

anything and everything except Ethan. They saw the public humiliation. They heard the callousness in his voice. The curse suddenly

inking me to him. The museum project, my dream project, was so deeply enta

ppeared in my inbox. The

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pity. He didn't mention the gala, Ethan, or my perso

weeks, a spark of ho

ng mine wasn't-open, full of light, with plants hangi

eady presence. He wasn't flashy like Ethan. There was a quiet confidence about hi

the project. The city wants to revitalize the old warehouse district by the river. They want a c

cture not as a business, but as a way to build communities, to improve lives. It w

sed those solar panels not just as a power source, but as an aesthetic element, a fa

philosophy of public space. He listened to my ideas, really listened, building on

t a job, but a senior partnership role. He was giving

tly. "But I want you to know, here, your work

eling like I could breathe again. It was a lifeline. A chanc

ty blog had posted an exclusive: "Tech Mogul Ethan B

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A message that on the day the curse was supposed

heir smiling faces, I felt a surprising sense of detachment. The

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