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Chapter 70 The First Fight

Author: Clare
last update publish date: 2026-05-30 02:19:42

It's about the documentation.

Not the content — the use of it. Specifically: a request from the financial crimes authority for a formal deposition, which they've sent to Hana, who has forwarded it to me with her assessment, which I have shared with Celeste, who has read the assessment and has a view on how I should respond to it.

Her view is wrong.

"A written submission is sufficient," she says. We're at the kitchen island, which is where we seem to resolve everything, the marble counter the ne
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