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Chapter 48

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last update Date de publication: 2026-03-12 22:57:01

Howard entered his office without a word, the sound of his shoes echoing sharply against the marble floor. He caught sight of the files on his desk—stacked precisely, just as he’d instructed.

Julia stood beside the desk, posture tense. When Howard glanced her way, she offered a quiet, “Good morning, sir.” He didn’t respond, not even with a nod.

He moved to his chair, ignoring any attempt at small talk. Julia began, “I’ve prepared the annual transaction and financial expenses report, as you requ
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