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CHAPTER 29

作者: Tina Taran
last update 最終更新日: 2026-01-06 00:45:13

The New Normal

The return to the West Wing was the quietest move-in the vast estate had ever seen. Mimi brought her belongings back, not with the joy of a reunion, but with the cool precision of a tenant taking possession of a lease. The West Wing was once again a shared physical space, but the emotional boundaries were drawn with invisible, impenetrable steel.

William cleared a massive, antique hutch in the master sitting room and designated it as Mimi's private storage, a sign of respect for her independence. They now shared the suite with an almost unnerving formality. Their interactions were courteous, deliberate, and professional.

The CSIO and the CEO

The professional side of their relationship flourished with a synergy that had been impossible during the chaos of the crisis. As Chief Strategic Integrity Officer (CSIO), Mimi had not just a seat at the table, but a hand on the operational throttle.

Their meetings, often held at 7:00 AM over coffee in the study, were models of eff
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