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... s corporate tower rose through the mist like a monolith, its lights the only things still awake. On the top floor, Malcolm Veyra stood in his office — sleeves rolled up, collar open, exhaustion sitting heavy in his eyes.
The screens in front of him glowed with red numbers. Sales reports, market shares, stock dips — every graph painted the same picture: Titan was bleeding.
He rubbed his temples and took another swallow from the glass in his hand. "Goddamn it..." he muttered, watch ...
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