ElijahThe interior of the North Tower site office smelled of damp drywall and expensive desperation. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, watching the black sedan that carried Scarlett disappear into the gray morning traffic of Velaris. My reflection in the window looked like a man who had just survived a high-speed collision only to realize he was still trapped in the wreckage."Mr. Griffin?" Julian’s voice was tentative, cautious. He was standing by the mahogany conference table, clutching a stack of structural reports like a shield. "I... I have to apologize. I had no idea there was such a—" He scrambled for the word. "—volatile history between the two of you. If I had known Beckett Holding Group was a restricted entity for you, I would have flagged the partnership during the initial vetting."I turned away from the window, my jaw aching from the sheer force of clenching it. "It wasn't restricted, Julian. It was... unexpected.""She seemed more than just surprised, sir," Julian
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