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Chapter 49: The Ducks

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Julian

Julian clicked the "End Call" button on the conference line, the glowing screen of his laptop the only light in his dim office. He leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

His private cell vibrated against the mahogany desk. It was Miller, his lead technical analyst—the man he’d paid a fortune to dig into the old, "untraceable" transfers that had destroyed Sarah’s reputation and their marriage.

"Speak," Julian commanded.

"Sir," Miller’s voice was uncharacteristically shaky. "I got i
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