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The clip ends. Marcus stares at the laptop screen as the "Buy HD for $24.99" button appears. He already owns it. He has watched it forty-seven times.

Marcus had been a client of Goddess Valora for three years. Online only. Clips, video calls, text sessions. She was a phantom, a voice of smokey velvet and chilled steel. Her niche was "Financial Domination for High-Functioning Sociopaths." She didn't want his savings. She wanted his leverage. The laptop on the coffee table in front of him is open

He signed.