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Chapter 107

Mateo’s POV

“I have read it, Delacroix, and I do not need it read to me again,” I said, laying my hand flat on the printed page that had been placed face up in front of my chair.

Nobody at the table spoke.

It was ten past nine on Monday morning, and there were seven of us in the small boardroom on the thirtieth floor, which was the number that Delacroix had asked for when he telephoned me on Sunday night and said only that he needed the executive committee in a room before t
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