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Chapter 29: The Lie He Believes

ผู้เขียน: B.S. Turaki
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Elena's POV

The following morning, the "Machine" was back in full force.

The Boardroom was freezing. Silas sat in his usual spot, looking through me as if I were made of air. He delivered a report on the North Atlantic shipping routes that was so flawless, so mathematically perfect, that the Board members didn't even have a question.

"Excellent work, COO," one of the Sterling-appointed directors said, nodding. "Now, onto the Red Hook redevelopment. Chairperson, we’ve received the final demoliti
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