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Chapter 108: Ten Percent

ผู้เขียน: Sarah Jenkins
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-08-27 03:15:43

Elowen's POV

At six fifteen, my office door slid open without a knock.

Killian walked in, coat over his arm, collar open. He didn't look like a man who'd just spent four hours watching forty million dollars disappear. He looked like he did on any ordinary evening, unhurried, settled.

"The room was getting close in there," he said, stopping at the edge of my desk. "Let's get out for an hour before nine."

"We've got calls coming in from the European desks," I said, not looking up from my screen.

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