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Chapter 78: The Laugh I Never Earned

Author: Recheal Writes
last update publish date: 2026-11-12 17:07:35

Damian POV

"You're not listening," Marcus says, waving a canapé at my face. "I told you the Lisbon numbers are up almost four percent, and you nodded like I said it might rain."

"I heard you." I lift my glass and don't drink from it. "Four percent."

"Three point eight, but I rounded up for your mood." He squints at me. "You've been staring at the entrance for ten minutes."

"I'm checking the sponsor table."

"The sponsor table is behind you."

I don't answer, because the doors have just opened, an
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