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Chapter Fifty-Eight: Adrian Escalates

Author: Sir Josh
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The legal letter arrived on a Monday.

Victoria called me before I had opened it. She had received the same letter, addressed to her firm as my legal representative, and had read it with the specific attention she gave documents that were designed to intimidate rather than to succeed, which was a distinct category that required a different kind of reading.

“It’s thin,” she said. “He’s arguing that the Hargrove acquisition involved a conflict of interest because of your prior relationship with th
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