Chapter 228
Author: A.D.O pen.
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The first request came at 16:08.

It was not delivered through the main system.

Rohen noticed that immediately.

He was in the pavilion reviewing procurement timelines with Petros — linen shipments, delayed kitchen equipment, a list of small items that had begun to matter more now that everything else was in place — when one of the junior staff approached, hesitated just long enough to signal uncertainty, and then spoke.

“Sir,” she said, looking at Rohen rather than Petros, which was its own kind
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