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Chapter 86: Objection

Author: Grandpa preslee
last update publish date: 2026-09-05 00:00:34

For a moment there was only a faint hiss, the sound of a recording finding its place, like a held breath.

Then Adrian's voice filled the boardroom.

It was unmistakable, and it was the wrong voice for the room, private and relaxed and unhurried, the voice he used at home when he believed the only person who could hear him was a woman who did not count. Hearing it there, echoing off the glass and the polished wood in front of the entire board, was like watching a man walk into a party in his unde
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