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The boardroom of Calloway Construction was a mausoleum of greed-all polished mahogany and cold, reflective glass. The air smelled of expensive cologne and sharper things: fear, ambition, the metallic tang of power about to shift hands.
Lena stormed in with Ryan at her side, Sophie close behind with her phone raised, the tiny red light of her livest