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last update publish date: 2026-10-16 23:19:57

Chapter 21

Nora’s POV

The high-gloss finish of the mahogany conference table reflected the sleek, minimalist chandelier hanging overhead. I sat at the head of the long table, my back straight, my hands resting lightly over the tablet in front of me. The cool air of the board room was filled with the quiet murmur of rustling papers and the steady hum of late-morning city traffic buzzing.

"The acquisition of the French botanical lab is non-negotiable," I said, my voice smooth, quiet, and absolute
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