Chapter 12
Author: Snowpinch
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Chapter Twelve

Dean Halloway sat behind his massive dark oak desk, flanked by the Board of Directors. Opposite them sat Erica, her eyes red, and Robert Leonardo, looking disheveled but desperate.

When Adrian walked in, still wearing his worn sweater, the Dean didn’t bother to look up.

"Sit down, Vale," Halloway barked. "We’ve reviewed the report. Stolen cards, fraud, and what happened at the Vista Hotel. Mr. Leonardo here has provided all the evidence we need and Erica has confirmed your... u
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