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Chapter Fifty-Two: Sophia's Photo

Author: Caroline
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The private courier left no digital manifest. At 11:02 AM, while the dust from the arbitration room was still settling and the legal teams were scrambling to isolate Nora Hawthorne’s active Mayfair terminal node, a heavy cream envelope was delivered directly to Sophia Lang’s auxiliary desk. It didn't pass through the tower’s central mailroom or the screening protocols of the primary compliance desk.

Sophia didn't open it immediately. She waited until her administrative assistant cleared the roo
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