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Chapter 87: Artistic Request
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... e private meeting room I’d asked the hotel manager to prepare. The scent of aged mahogany lingered in the air, mixed with the faint trace of floral polish and expensive cologne—mine. The silence was broken only by the soft thud of footsteps, and soon enough, one of my pawns wheeled Bernard Philips inside.
I tilted my head in his direction, sensing the hesitation in his breath, the unease in his step. My unseeing eyes fell in his direction regardless.
His presence? All too familia ...
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