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Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, sunlight glinting off glass towers far below.
Plush carpets muted every sound, and the air carried a faint scent of polished wood and fresh flowers arranged on the marble table nearby.
Finley Morgan sat on the cream colored sofa, his posture straight despite the long day.
His phone rested in his palm, the screen lighting up as the call connected.
One by one, familiar faces appeared, filling the screen with ...
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