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Chapter 89

Author: The Devil Comes Late
Night had settled over Bellmere, its skyline unfurling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Neon lights flickered like a taunting, knowing gaze.

The main lights in the CEO's office were off, and only a desk lamp glowed on the large table.

Teresa leaned back in her chair, cradling a cup of black coffee that had long since gone cold. The chill of the porcelain bit into her fingertips, but she seemed not to feel it at all.

The cold light from the computer screen washed over her expressionless fa
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