Chapter one hundred and ninety two : The Puppet Strings UnravelLoretta’s manager hung up the call, the tension from their earlier conversation still lingering in the air. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair as he paced the room, his phone still in his hand. Moments later, the other phone on his desk buzzed—a sleek, silver device he rarely used unless it was for private matters. His eyes flicked toward it, and a small, almost imperceptible smile curled at the corners of his lips.He picked it up, checking the caller ID, and without hesitation, answered. “Everything’s going exactly as planned,” he said, his voice calm, though there was a trace of excitement underlying his words.On the other end, a woman’s voice responded, smooth and composed. She didn’t introduce herself, didn’t offer any small talk, but spoke directly and with authority, the way one does when they’re used to being obeyed. Her presence was felt even through the phone, a mysterious weight in every syl
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