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52. The Ghosts of Leadership

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ADRIAN

The flash drive felt heavier than it should have as I slipped it into the inner pocket of my jacket and stepped into the back seat of the waiting car. I hadn't spoken much on the way to the office, and Rafe knew better than to ask questions when I was in this kind of mood. I knew he was irritated when I told him to stop at Sofia’s place first, but I couldn’t care less. I hadn’t seen her in days, and I needed to do that as soon as we got back.

But now, it was business as usual once again. I could have gone straight home, but I would be too restless to function properly. I needed to keep myself busy for a few hours at least, before I finally went back home.

We pulled up in front of the building just as the sun was starting to dip, casting long shadows across the streets. Matteo Rossi was already waiting inside, so I made my way inside immediately, barely responding to the dozens of pleasantries I received on my way to the elevator.

Matteo was stood by the window when I walked
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