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Chapter 83: Sitting With It

Author: Oby Jennifer
last update publish date: 2026-06-06 01:33:30

I stayed in that chair for a long time without moving. The laptop was closed in front of me. The coffee Adrian left sat at my elbow, now cold and forgotten.

I had felt this moment before, that point where an investigation finally came together. All the pieces fit. The evidence sat there and was ready to go. I could pick up the phone or send the email and everything would change.

I had been here with smaller stories that barely made a wave and with bigger ones that shook things up for years. E
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