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CHAPTER 345: MEETING RIVER

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-04-27 00:21:29

The City of New York Administration for Children’s Services intake center on 110th Street did not smell like the penthouse.

It smelled of pine-scented industrial cleaner, damp wool, and a thick, humid layer of anxiety that no amount of ventilation could scrub from the air.

Liam Cross stood near the reception desk, his back against a wall painted a peeling institutional beige. He kept his hands in his pockets, resisting the urge to check the exits or scan the room for threats. He wasn't the CEO
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