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Chapter 148: The Schedule
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2026-01-27 08:03:34
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The study had been returned to its wartime configuration.The blackout curtains were open, revealing the glittering skyline that served as the board on which they played. The whiteboard was wiped clean of the old diagrams, ready for new targets. Pizza boxes sat on the sidebar next to stacks of legal briefs that were thick enough to stop a bullet.Liam stood at the head of the mahogany desk. He looked around the room at the team assembled.It wasn't just lawyers this time. It was a phalanx.Arthur Vance and Harper, the legal eagles, occupied the sofa. Marcus leaned against the bookshelves, arms crossed, looking like a bouncer at a club no one wanted to enter. Sophia sat in the wingback chair, an iPad balanced on her knees, her face set in a grim, elegant line.And at the center, in the high-backed leather chair usually reserved for Liam, sat Aurora.She wasn't wearing pajamas. She was wearing a silk blouse the color of steel and trousers that were loose but structured. She had fed Hope
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