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What does he want from her?

Author: Favor V April
last update publish date: 2026-05-23 12:46:58

~Julian~

I put the Halo Systems file on the table in front of Zane at eight AM and watched him read it.

He read fast. Zane always read fast — he processed information the way he did everything, efficiently and without drama. But halfway through the second page he stopped. He went back. He read something again.

Then he looked up at me.

"Eighteen months," he said.

"Eighteen months," I confirmed.

Zane looked back at the file. "They didn't undercut her bids. They didn't compete directly at all." He
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