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My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

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minutes. The rain-slicked highways reflected the city lights. My hands shook slightly on the steering wheel, but it was not from fear. It was from the adrenaline of finally cutting the cord.

I pulled into the secure underground garage of the Pinnacle Tower. The biometric scanner read my thumbprint, and the private elevator whisked me up to the fortieth continue reading …

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