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Juliette had arranged transportation in advance, and they made their way directly towards the city's bustling Central Business District. Nighttime did little to dim the luminosity of the soaring skyscrapers, each aglow with activity.

Josie found herself lost in thought as she gazed through the car window, observing the unchanged pace of life outside. The incessant flow of workers, each engrossed in their own world, striving tirelessly toward what they deemed their dreams.

"What's on your mind?" Juliette inquired, momentarily diverting her attention from applying makeup in the compact mirror to steal a glance at Josie.

"Just reminiscing about old times. I used to work in this area," Josie replied.

Juliette appeared genuinely taken aback. "You mean to tell me you actually had to work for a living?"

It seemed Juliette was somewhat oblivious to Josie's less glamorous past, a realization that wasn't entirely unpleasant. Josie confirmed with a nod, "Indeed, life wasn't always this smooth. I jumped into the workforce right after university, and overtime became my constant companion."

was holding. "Once upon a time, I would've had to budget carefully for a whole month just

was one marked by a series of unpredictable,

youth and beauty. Unlike

help but smile. "So, this friend must be quite significant, to make someone as free-spirited

amusement was evident, though she chose not

phone buzzed with a message from Dexter: Where are you? It's getting late. If you're out and about, feel free to stay

car gracefully came to a halt. She stepped out, momentarily caught off guard by the sight that greeted her—Russell Group's skyscraper looming above. Juliette, with a quirk of her eyebrow, prompted, "Come on, my

Josie as her fingers hesitated over her phone's screen. Moving forward, she decided against sending her drafted message, opting

to always have his phone on him as his response came

are your plans after

the button for the building's topmost floor. Josie

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