CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED-SEVENTEEN

The boardroom's smoked- glass doors whizzed shut behind Cassian Hawthorne, leaving a faint echo that sounded to hang above the wide obsidian table. Late- autumn sun bled through the bottom- to- ceiling windows, striping rows of anxious faces in gold and shadow. Cassian's cortege suit was immaculate,...

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