On the screen, the Fake Julian laughed. It was a perfect, melodious laugh. It was the laugh Julian always wished he had—the kind that charmed rooms and sealed deals.
A prompt appeared. [Y]ES / [N]O
Be careful when you try to curate your life. You might just succeed in replacing yourself.
"Maybe it's a cache," Mira suggested, dropping a file on his desk. "I’m heading out. Don't stay too late."
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