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As I sat in the dimly lit private room of the restaurant, the tension was palpable. No matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I could feel the weight of my choices pressing down on me. My hands were clasped tightly in front of me, fingers laced, as if holding on to something solid amidst a tempest of emotions swirling in my mind. There was so much at stake—the future of PER-RON, my relationship with Lizzie, our families, and the bitterness of unresolved pasts.
After Lizzie's high school photos surfaced on Nathan's computer, I knew the water would only get murkier. It had shaken the very foundation of PER-RON, spotlighting the dark corners of a company that thrived on prestige but had rotted away the integrity of its leadership. Nathan's cavalier attitude, coupled wi
