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Chapter 94 — Endgame

Penulis: Dakota Quinn
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-14 14:59:41

(Adrian)

I called her.

No preamble. No setup. Just her name in my contacts and my thumb on the screen and the decision already made.

She answered on the second ring.

"It's over," I said.

A pause.

"Is it?" she asked.

Same register. Same precision. Whatever I'd expected from this call, it wasn't calm. But calm was what she gave me, and I'd stopped being surprised by that.

"The regulatory inquiry has the Voss documentation," I said. "Marcus filed it this morning alongside the voluntary disclosure.
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