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Chapter 9: The Thread

Author: Josh OA
last update publish date: 2026-04-12 15:01:48

POV: Lena Moretti

I spent the rest of the afternoon at that workstation and nobody bothered me. Naomi checked in once, set a sandwich next to my laptop that I forgot to eat, and left without a word. Dominic walked past the glass wall twice, glanced at my screens, and kept moving. Ezra was in meetings somewhere on another floor. I barely noticed any of them. When I'm inside a financial trail, the world goes quiet. Numbers talk to me in ways people don't. They don't lie, don't perform, don't tel
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