Chapter 54
Author: Jackie Roux
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Chapter Fifty-Four: The Journalist

POV: Alex

The senior correspondent from the financial journal arrived twelve minutes early, which I interpreted as a statement in and of itself.

Renata Cole was her name, and she'd built a career on the specific reputation of deconstructing carefully crafted narratives—I'd read three of her previous profiles the night before, and each one had the same quality beneath the polished prose: a patience for waiting until her subject relaxed enough to say somethi
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