CHAPTER 246 PART 2
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Zachary beamed. He signaled to Preston with the subtle gesture of someone requesting documentation of a moment they intended to leverage.

Preston pulled out his phone and began taking photographs. Zachary shaking hands with Stanislaus Potter. Zachary accepting wine poured personally by Miguel Abbott. Zachary laughing at something Miguel said with the casual ease that photographs would interpret as long-standing friendship.

The images would carry weight back in Grayson City. Board members who ha
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