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Chapter Sixty-Five: Victoria’s Filing

Author: Sir Josh
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Victoria filed at eight fifty-nine.

One minute before the courthouse’s nine o’clock public access window opened. She had been precise about the timing, which was itself a statement about intention. Not rushed. Not delayed. The exact minute that allowed the filing to become part of the public record at the first available moment of the business day, which meant that by nine-oh-two the automated court monitoring services that the financial press used had flagged it, and by nine-fifteen the first
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