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Chapter 25: The Director’s Debt

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The Vane Corporate Tower felt like a tomb of glass and steel at midnight. The city of Seattle stretched out below like a carpet of fallen stars, but up here on the 80th floor, the only light came from the cold, blue hum of Julian’s monitors and the jagged silver of the moon.

I had been summoned. A text at 11:00 PM had been my only warning: “My office. Now. Or the ventilator in the medical wing loses power.”

My heels clicked a frantic, lonely rhythm against the marble floor as I walked toward th
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