Chapter 171
Author: SK Writes
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The invitation had arrived three weeks earlier.

It was not unusual. Leon had been asked to speak before. Panels. Forums. Closed-door summits. This one was simply larger. Better funded. Televised.

He accepted without hesitation.

The auditorium was filled beyond capacity that evening. Industry leaders. Senior administrators. Policy analysts. Investors. People who liked to position themselves near momentum. The lighting was warm and theatrical, designed to flatter whoever stood at the center.

Leon
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