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Chapter 10 — Damage Control
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2026-08-19 05:07:23POV: BEATRIX
Two mornings after Ivy's nightmare, I found myself sitting at the far end of a conference table I had no official reason to occupy. Watching six people in very expensive suits try and fail to solve a problem I could have fixed in the first five minutes if anyone had thought to ask me.
Nikolai had only texted that I should be there, with no explanation beyond that. <
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