Wren and Reid worked through the night.They sat at the small table in the hotel suite, papers spread across the surface, two laptops open, coffee going cold beside both of them because neither one remembered to drink it. It was past midnight. Then past one. Then past two, and the city outside the window had gone quiet in the particular way London goes quiet only in those deep hours before dawn."There has to be a provision," Wren said, scrolling through compliance frameworks for what felt like the hundredth time. "Something that protects records generated through legitimate engagement, regardless of scope disputes.""Keep looking," Reid said.He wasn't being dismissive. He just trusted her to find it, the way he'd trusted her with things for years before everything fell apart between them, the way he was apparently still capable of trusting her even after four years of silence.They sat side by side, close enough that their shoulders occasionally touched when one of them leaned forwa
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