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... d McCullen as he strode out, his stride long and urgent, the thunder of his polished shoes echoing through the marble-floored corridor.
His jaw was tight. His hands trembled at his sides, barely concealed by the controlled rigidity of his movement.
The security liaison walking beside him didn’t say a word, simply guided him down the hall toward his office with urgency.
When they reached the glass double doors, Edward didn’t pause. He shoved them open.
Inside, five ...
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