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Chapter 52: The Convergence of Sharks

Autor: Ruthie B
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-06-23 18:05:09

Sloane's POV

The ministerial regulatory summit was held in the grand international conference center, a high-security complex swarming with political dignitaries, global investors, and the absolute elite of the West African financial sector.

The atmosphere in the main auditorium was thick with a suffocating, tense energy, the rows of leather seats filled with the traditional old-money families who had spent the last forty-eight hours gossiping about my background and judging me.

I took my plac
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