"I didn't come for the money, Siri," Dayna replied, her hand hovering near her waist. "I came to finish the story you started."
Moments later, Dayna was led into the back office. Siri sat behind a desk carved from dark oak, her silhouette framed by the glowing city skyline. She didn't look surprised. dayna vendetta siri
"I wondered when you’d come for the rest of it," Siri said, her voice smooth and dangerous. "I didn't come for the money, Siri," Dayna
The neon sign above the "Siri’s Lounge" flickered in a rhythmic, dying pulse, casting long shadows across the rain-slicked pavement. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and cheap secrets. "I didn't come for the money
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