That doubt grew heavier with every year, until one sleepless night, an idea took root — part experiment, part desperate search for truth.
The Unusual Plan
“Laura,” he said, sliding four sleek, black credit cards across the desk, “I want you to deliver one to each of these women.”
She blinked, surprised. “Each?”
“Yes. And one is for you.”
He leaned back in his chair. “The rules are simple. No limits, no restrictions — but they can only buy things for themselves. I want to see what they choose.”
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