The mysterious donation lingered in Michelle's thoughts, like a shadow she couldn’t shake off, as her office hummed with activity the following morning. The envelope with the strange message—You’ll need protection—was locked away in a drawer, but its content was still loud and clear in her mind. Standing by the window, Michelle watched the city stretching out before her. Despite the warm sun, a chill ran through her. Her business was flourishing, gaining recognition, and with that, it seemed to attract mysterious shadows. Quietly, Raymond entered, placing two cups of coffee on her desk. You didn’t get much sleep, he observed, looking out the window with her. Neither did you, she answered, finally facing him. Did you find out anything about the donation? He shook his head. My team’s investigating. It was pushed through an offshore shell company. No names, just layers of redirections. The donor didn’t want to be easily found. Michelle frowned, pondering. Yet they wanted me to know they
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