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chapter Sixteen

Auteur: Kelace
last update Date de publication: 2026-01-21 13:03:45

Alexander’s POV

I have never been accused of being unreasonable.

The word follows me around anyway. It appears in boardrooms, in council chambers, in the careful pauses before a decision is announced and no one bothers to argue. Reasonable does not mean merciful. It means I know precisely how far to go, and when to stop.

I stand at the window of my office at Graham Constructions, one hand resting against the glass. The city lies below, sharp and disciplined. Steel and concrete arranged into
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