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Chapter Forty-One: The Engagement Announcement Update

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Chapter Forty-One: The Engagement Announcement Update

The official press release didn't drop through the standard public relations channels. It appeared on the Hawthorne Group’s internal terminal network at 5:45 AM London time, a crisp, clinical block of text that carried the absolute, unyielding weight of Victor Hawthorne’s administrative signature.

By 6:00 AM, the notification had migrated to the primary financial wires, flashing across the trading desks of every major institutional pool in t
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