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46. Closure

Author: Make Ink
last update publish date: 2026-03-17 23:48:53
ARDEN

My desk looked like a tornado had hit it.

There were papers everywhere. Printouts of game character designs, marketing campaign examples from other companies and energy drink cans stacked in a corner.

I had been living and breathing Epic Games for weeks now.

It had been three weeks since I handed Sophia Lane that thread and watched her unravel everything.

The families had tried to fly their daughters out of the country the moment the investigation started gaining traction. But t
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