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CHAPTER 45: NEGOTIATIONS ON A GASPING BREATH
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The fifteen-minute coffee break Argus granted felt like a countdown to the gallows. Inside the stifling Executive Lounge, Mark Miller stood before a massive glass window overlooking the dystopian expanse of Sector 3. He stared at his trembling palms. The silvering hair at his temples served as permanent proof that Argus wasn’t bluffing.

"Mark, you aren't actually going through with this, are you?" Sarah’s voice broke the silence. She pointed toward the empty glass vial Argus had provided to "co
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