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The Press Conference That Became a War
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2026-03-12 22:01:43By eight thirty the next morning, the entire city was already waiting.
News vans surrounded Wolfe Tower like sharks circling blood in the water. Cameras, reporters, microphones, flashing lights, every major media outlet had gathered for the press conference Alexander had announced only hours earlier.Inside the building, the tension felt just as intense.I stood near the tall glass window of Alexander’s private office, watching the chaos below. My stomach twisted as
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