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Letting the Wolf In

作者: Bridget Olive
last update 最終更新日: 2026-02-27 16:13:04

Aurelia's Pov

I don’t make impulsive decisions.

I dissect them before they exist.

I map consequences before anyone else sees the board.

I don’t wait for outcomes — I engineer them.

So why am I sitting here, motionless behind my desk, staring at Luca’s access request like it isn’t the most predictable threat I’ve seen all quarter?

Because it is obvious.

Letting him into my company is dangerous.

Letting him anywhere near Atlas is worse.

Atlas isn’t just another project. It’s leverage. Expansion.
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