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Chapter 100: The Frictionless Empire

作者: Ruthie B
last update 公開日: 2026-07-22 02:44:12

Sloane's POV

The terminal clock in the primary executive suite ticked over to precisely fifteen minutes past seven o'clock in the evening. The ambient noise of the central business district—the low hum of corporate transport shuttles, the whistling harmattan winds, the faint echoes of municipal announcements—was entirely filtered out by the acoustic insulation of the penthouse tower. The internal temperature remained held at a crisp, unchanging eighteen degrees Celsius.

I remained seated at the
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