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The Thorne mansion was quiet as usual the morning the Beaumont convoy arrived.Three black cars glided up the driveway, the family crest was shining under the clouds. The staff froze where they stood, bowing their heads as the chauffeur opened the door for Chairman Alastair Beaumont himself.
The man stepped out in a dark suit. His sharp gray eyes c