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Chapter 125: The Perpetual Standard

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Catherine’s POV

The morning sun over central London cut a sharp, brilliant path through the crisp autumn air, casting long, clean reflections across the glass and steel towers of the financial district. Inside the Covent Garden penthouse, the environment remained an oasis of absolute calm, maintained at a precise, comfortable climate.

I sat at the mahogany executive desk, my primary terminal displaying the pre-market telemetry feeds for the European maritime trust.

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