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External Pressure Returns

Author: Pamora
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-22 16:09:35
Adrian POV

The first alert arrives at 5:12 a.m.

Adrian is already awake.

Sleep has never been reliable. Not since childhood, not since boardrooms replaced classrooms, not since he learned that losing control happens in moments of inattention.

His phone vibrates once against the nightstand.

Encrypted channel.

Priority tag.

He reads the headline preview without opening the full report.

FINANCIAL COLUMNISTS QUESTION COLE SUCCESSION TIMELINE

His expression doesn’t change.

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