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Chapter 71: Alignment

Penulis: Debbie Inks
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-10 17:37:04

The conference room smelled like coffee that had gone cold and something faintly metallic—polish, maybe. Or nerves.

Chris arrived early.

Again.

He placed his folder at the far end of the table, not at the head, not claiming space that wasn’t being offered. The chair he chose faced the windows, the city lay out beneath them in grey lines and moving lights. London looked calm from up here. Deceptively so.

Allen liked calm.

The door opened behind him.

“Morning,” Allen said.

Chris stood immediately
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