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Chapter 116: The Sovereign Mandate

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Catherine’s POV

The afternoon light over London cast long, amber rays across the high-ceilinged rooms of the Covent Garden penthouse. I stood by the marble kitchen island, reviewing the final consolidated quarterly reports transmitted directly from the Zurich maritime trust and the London exchange clearinghouse.

[15:00 UTC] LUTHER_TRUST_EU: Quarterly dividend distribution complete. Infrastructure reserves at 100% capacity. Compliance violations: 0. System status: Unassailable.

The numbers moved
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