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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN: The Ghost In The Machine
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2026-10-19 21:55:21Emma’s POV
The executive conference room of Bellamy Inc. is quiet except for the hum of the air filtration system and the rhythmic clicking of my pen against the glass table.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Place Vendôme glints under a clear mid-morning sky. On the polished oak table before me sit two separate legal files. One is the executed covenant from the Lyon silk mills. The other is a red-flagged dossier sent by our international trademark counsel in
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