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CHAPTER 119 : Open Invitations
Author: Sally Diandra
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The next day,

Morning at the ARC Monolith began in elegant silence. In the penthouse dining room, a long oak table had been impeccably arranged with a European-style breakfast.

The aroma of hot black coffee drifted through the air, mingling with the scent of toasted bread and butter. Matthew sat at the head of the table in a dark gray suit without a tie. His fingers brushed absently against his coffee cup while his eyes scanned a report on a transparent tablet.

Across from him, Viviane sipped c
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