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92: Damage Control

작가: A.H. Hassan
last update 게시일: 2026-08-15 06:26:57

Zephyr's POV

The conference room feels colder than usual. The long table is full. Department heads, legal, PR, and two senior board members who insisted on being present. Screens on the wall show the live stock chart. The red line is still falling, slower now, but still moving the wrong way.

Vorian stands at the head of the table. He has not sat down once. His voice is steady and clear.

“The story is false,” he says. “There is no offshore account. Not under my name, not under any company linked
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