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CHAPTER FORTY SIX

Author: Wren Gray
last update publish date: 2026-06-11 22:49:40

"The thing about silence is that it tells you everything the words won't."

ZYRAN

She knocked twice before I registered it.

I was in the middle of a call with our contact in the financial district about Sokolov's recent asset movements, and I almost let it go, almost held up a finger and mouthed one minute the way I would with anyone else. But something about the knock itself stopped me. The sound of it. Uncertain in a way Myra's knock wasn't usually uncertain.

"I'll call you back," I said, and
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  • CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND)   CHAPTER SIXTY SIX

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