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Chapter Thirty-six: Ella's First Signs

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(Damien's POV)

The morning meeting started at nine.

Post-merger restructuring review, a full board session that I had been preparing for since Tuesday, numbers and projections and the careful optimistic language of a company trying to convince itself and its investors that the worst was behind it. I sat at the head of that table and I managed the room and I said the right things in the right order and nobody looking at me would have known that I had slept three hours and that the back of my min
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