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CHAPTER 105 — THE ASSESSMENT

Author: jhumz
last update publish date: 2026-05-29 00:42:13

The security professional Annika sent was named Clara Holt — British, late forties, with the quality of someone who assessed environments as a matter of professional habit and had made peace with the fact that this would never fully switch off.

She arrived on a Monday, spent the day walking the property with a clipboard and a practiced eye, and delivered her assessment over the kitchen table with a cup of tea and the directness of someone who respected her clients enough to be completely honest
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