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Chapter 133

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last update publish date: 2026-09-09 15:50:38

Elena’s POV

The air on the eighty-fifth floor carried the crisp, unyielding scent of autumn rain drifting over the Atlantic.

By eight o'clock on a Thursday morning, the skyline of Manhattan was shrouded in a thin layer of cold silver mist. Below, the city moved with flawless, mathematical rhythm—its traffic, transit, and electrical grids pulsing in silent, automated harmony with the primary core humming four floors beneath my feet.

On my desk sat the first comprehensive quarterly report of the
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