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... on the two podiums blaze hotter, brighter, like twin suns scorching the stage and pinning the men beneath them in harsh, unforgiving white.
The air in the sunken circle hung thick and heavy, charged with electricity, every breath pulling in the scent of polished wood warmed by bodies, the faint ozone hum of hot electronics overhead, and the sharper, more primal bite of too many egos crammed into one room, all sharp suits and sharper ambitions.
Devon stood loose and easy behind hi ...
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