Preston sat in a wide black leather chair, eyes unfocused, as if waiting for someone.A knock broke the silence.“Sir, Hector is here,” his secretary said softly after opening the door.“Let him in.”The door opened again and a lean man in his forties, wearing rimless glasses, stepped inside.“You found something?” Preston asked, gaze sharp, voice low.Hector nodded, his expression heavy. He pulled a stack of files from his briefcase.“Chairman, this time… we might really have a lead.”A spark lit in Preston’s eyes. He gestured for him to sit. “Go on.”Hector sat across from him and opened the folder.“Following the information you provided, we visited dozens of remote towns and mountain villages.”“Eventually, in County P, we found a girl suspected to be Miss Mayer.”“Her name was Iris. Born Octobe
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