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... ess pulse of New York City, the air was heavy with polished mahogany, burnt cigar smoke, and unspoken resentment. Sunlight poured through floor-to-ceiling windows, slicing the room into stripes of gold and shadow that fell across a sprawling oak table littered with reports and neglected coffee cups—paper ghosts of fortunes once secure.
Charles Vexley paced the length of the room like a caged animal, the click of his Italian loafers echoing off marble floors. His silver hair, perfectly co ...
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