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Chapter 23 — What Stays

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-02-21 10:21:21

The boardroom felt smaller than it used to.

Not physically. The same long table, the same skyline stretching beyond the glass, the same quiet hum of authority.

But smaller in weight.

Because I was no longer carrying it alone.

“Quarterly projections exceed target,” Naomi said, sliding the final report across the table. “Infrastructure investments are stabilizing long-term growth.”

Pierce glanced at the numbers and then at me.

“No fires,” he said lightly.

“No rescues,” I replied.

“No war.”

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