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... a pin drop. Every single face, from the front row to the top seats, was frozen somewhere between awe, confusion, and the kind of mild fear that really shouldn’t make me as proud as it did.
I nodded to myself, satisfied. Perfect execution.
The timing, the slam, the dramatic fog... chef’s kiss. I could practically hear the collective gasp of admiration.
’Nice work, Sacha,’ I thought, smirking. The little tiger perched on my shoulder flicked her tail smugly.
"Sacha ...
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