Chapter 177 one hundred and seventy seven

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ETHAN

I adjusted my cufflinks again, the fourth time in the past five minutes. My reflection in the wide office window stared back at me—a sharp navy suit, crisp white shirt, tailored to perfection. Behind me, New York's skyline stretched into the distance, commanding and frenetic, mirroring the storm in my...

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