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Chapter 53: The Grand Stage

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Jessica’s POV

The grand ballroom was an ocean of gold light, shimmering silk, and the low, dignified murmur of global power.

Tonight was the opening session of the West African International Commerce Summit, and every major player in global logistics, from the shipping tycoons of Hamburg to the port directors of Shanghai, was in attendance.

But as I walked down the grand marble staircase, my hand resting elegantly on the sleeve of Marcus’s black velvet tuxedo, the room didn't feel intimidati
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