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The meeting room was an austere chamber, its walls made of raw stone, illuminated by the flickering glow of the chandeliers hanging from the walls.
The doors of the meeting room swung open. Standing in the doorway was a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She was dressed in simple clothing, yet her presence made it abundantly clear that she was anything but ordinary.
One could easily wonder how she had arrived there without anyone noticing. It was her—the wo ...
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