The CEO's Pregnant Genius: No Escape

t the peeling gray paint. Elmira Moran stared at it, the iPad resting heavy in her worn canvas tote bag. The screen gl

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ing the silence of her cramped, book-filled apartment. The language was unmistakable-a formal, brutal termination of the 'sponsorship agreemen

. A clause invoking moral turpitude, referenci

even spike. She knew what this was. Everyone who was a 'sh

7:15 PM. They would sen

rypted app. In her mind, she pulled up the

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he bypassed the few nice blouses she owned for interviews-costumes for the compliant scholar they

th her when she'd escaped her old life.

trench coat. No sentimental items. No photographs. She left the stack of

n she sat down at the wobbly table and opened her laptop. Her fingers f

ity portal. Elmira Moran. Request Transcript Deletion. Her

he wiped the encrypted drive

earned from tutoring under the table-to a ghost account layered th

for everything important. She went to Settings.

the progress bar inching forw

he dropped it into the trash can. She scanned the vanity. A single long, dark hair r

A. No

le key off her ring. It was a cheap, brass rectangle.

people who wanted closure. Elmira didn

loorboards as she walked to the door. She paused for one second, looking back at the vi

into the hallway, and let t

pulled out her clean, untraceable phone. She typed a sin

. Activating pr

team would walk into the apartment, carrying a final settlement

walk into the bedroom and see the empty closet. He would run back to the

He would grab his phone.

the only truth that mattered: The number