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Chapter 46

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Devin's POV

I met Mark at a coffee shop three blocks from the apartment, far enough from the Lovelace offices to avoid prying eyes. He was already there when I arrived, seated at a corner table with a laptop open and a cup of black coffee growing cold beside him.

"You look terrible," he said.

"Thank you, Mark. Your honesty is always appreciated."

"I'm paid to be honest." He turned the laptop toward me. "I've been tracking Martin's financial movements. He's been selling off shares in one
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