Chapter 141 one hundred and forty one

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ROWEN

The meeting had ended exactly how I wanted.

I walked out of the conference room in my Milan-tailored charcoal suit, my steps steady as the investors followed behind, still wearing the exhausted, nervous expressions of men who had just handed over something valuable and weren’t sure if they’d made a...

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