Chapter 228 two hundred and twenty eight

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ROWEN

It was late afternoon when James walked into my office without knocking. That was unlike him. I didn’t even look up at first—just sipped from the tumbler of scotch in my hand while I reviewed the acquisition report from our Zurich branch. The silence lingered. I slowly raised my eyes.

James...

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