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Chapter Twenty-One: The Report
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2026-09-19 22:06:34Bianca arrived at 8:57, three minutes early, a slim folder tucked under one arm and an expression that had shed every trace of the dinner party's brittle warmth. Elena sat beside Adrian at the small conference table, Massimo standing near the door with the particular stillness of a man who already suspected exactly what was coming and didn't like it.
"Let's not waste each other's time," Adrian said, once the door had closed. "What do you have."Bianca set the folder on the table
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