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... in the backseat of the matte black town car, one arm slung loosely along the leather backrest, the other thumbing through reports on his tablet with detached precision. His meetings had ended two hours late. Half the ministers were incompetent, the other half manipulative, and only one of them had managed to piss him off enough to earn an audit.
He closed the tablet with a soft snap and looked out the tinted window. The sky was dimming, the golden flush of late afternoon melting into sof ...
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