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Chapter 11: The Energy Cartel's Gamble
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The private penthouse of the Rhys Global Tower was quiet, save for the soft hum of the climate control and the steady stream of global data scrolling across the massive curved holographic wall.

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, holding a cup of black coffee, watching the first light of dawn paint the skyline of the Capital in shades of gold and violet.

The fall of Marcus von Roth and the Iron Cross Syndicate in the Swiss Alps had sent shockwaves through the global underworld. But financial
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