Every year, 10 people are chosen to create their own soulmate of their choice.
Valentina Emerson receives a letter telling her that she was picked to design her own Person on her 18th birthday. Burdened by loneliness, she finds herself considering...
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I'm not surprised when the next morning, Alexander calls for Yazan and I claiming that it's an important meeting.
"I have a plan to infiltrate CYP and get their information."
"When?" we ask expecting him to say that we have more than enough time to prepare ourselves physically and mentally.
"Now," he says like it's no problem. Yazan chokes on his own spit.
"Now?"
"Yes. Today," he smirks confidently. Yazan and I gape at him in shock before he scoffs and grabs the map with all the hidden company layout and starts explaining what we have to do.
God. I hope this goes well.
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I strut carefully towards CYP as I revise what I memorized to say.
One slip up and you're dead. We're all dead.
I go in and get immediately greeted by an excited Larissa who holds a questioning gaze.
"I'm here to give feedback about my CYP experience," I say. She looks like she understands I'm plotting something and passes me a paper.
"If you have any complaints, write them here."
Go to the backdoor and do whatever it takes to unlock it. Someone is coming, I write.
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