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Feral Lust - Lolita's POV

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The ashes of Vanguard Holdings were still smouldering in the financial press when I officially opened the doors to Sovereign Bloom Capital.

My new headquarters occupied the top three floors of a gleaming glass monolith in the City of London. It was a space designed to intimidate – all dark slate, brushed steel, and floor – to – ceiling windows that looked down upon the financial district like a hawk circling a wounded animal. Lyle’s bankruptcy had been swift, brutal, and entirely public.

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