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Fifty One

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

ROWAN

NYC didn’t feel real until I saw the email twice.

Then three times.

Then I refreshed it like it was going to change its mind.

It didn’t.

SELECTED.

Still there.

Mia screamed again when I walked into the media lab.

“YOU’RE GOING TO NEW YORK,” she said like it was a personal achievement for her.

“I know,” I said, still staring at my phone.

Bennett walked past my desk and tapped it once.

“No hesitation now,” she said. “You’re in. Perform like it.”

Then she moved on.

No celebration.

Just expectation upgraded.

That was worse.

My phone buzzed.

Mason.

Mason:

You survived the email?

I stared at it for a second.

Rowan:

Barely.

Mason:

Same.

That made me pause.

Same?

I frowned slightly.

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