Chapter 175 one hundred and seventy five

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ROWEN

Grayson Towers stood like a concrete dagger in the New York skyline, steel, glass, power. The building hadn’t changed. The city hadn't either. Always cold, always fast. But I hadn’t stepped into this place since I got back into town.

The moment I walked through the rotating glass doors, heads turned.

The...

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