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Chapter 9: The Controlled Interrogation

Author: Plum&Prose
last update publish date: 2026-06-10 02:46:46

The mid-morning sun cut through the massive glass panels of the central pavilion with a clinical, unyielding brightness, casting sharp geometric patterns across the matte black steel and polished concrete walls. The premium grounded Luxe aesthetic of the estate was fully on display for the arrival of the Financial Chronicle’s senior investigative editor, Evelyn Vance-Ross.

Evelyn was a woman notorious for systematically dissecting corporate facades, and her presence inside the private residenc
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