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Chapter 63: The Aftermath Audit

作者: Lola's Write
last update 公開日: 2026-03-05 21:44:55

POV: Silas Sterling

The silence of my penthouse had never felt so heavy. It wasn't the peaceful silence of a successful merger or the hushed reverence of a winning trade. It was the silence of a vacuum.

I sat at my mahogany desk, the city lights flickering beyond the glass like a dying pulse. On the monitor before me, the red bars of the morning’s pre-market trading were a digital bloodbath. Sterling Global had dropped twelve points in the hour since I’d signed the cease-and-desist for the Gree
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