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Chapter 15

Penulis: Rashmi Agrawal
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-17 16:09:50

Rowan

Marcus was already at the office when I got there, and before he said a word, I knew whatever this was couldn't wait until morning.

He laid three documents across my desk, printed, which he rarely does. He prints when he wants me to understand the weight of the situation and to create something he can physically hold.

“Talk,” I said.

“Whitmore is a name. Not a company, not a shell, a person. Or was. Gerald Whitmore. Worked in financial consulting for about eleven years, most of it indepen
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