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THE VISITOR IN BLACK
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2025-05-26 20:24:59

Carl Bowen had been assured that a solution would come.

The voice on the phone—cold and commanding—had given him that much.

The assurance wasn’t gentle, but it had weight. The kind of weight that didn’t feel like comfort, but something stronger: certainty.

The voice had said, “You will not fall. I’ll see to that myself. One way or another, the Bowen family will not crumble.”

Carl had held on to those words like a lifeline.

That had been one week ago.

Now, he sat in his office, with a thick porcelain mug warming his hands. The coffee inside had gone lukewarm, but he hadn’t touched it in several minutes. The dark liquid swirled slowly as he shifted in his chair.

On the wide screen in front of him, the Westwood Business News was playing. He wasn’t really watching it—just letting the noise fill the silence of the room.

The screen displayed a panel of analysts talking about recent power shifts in the financial sector, and speculation about the “Bowen Freeze.”

Carl’s jaw was tight.

His su
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