Chapter 193
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The offer arrives without ceremony.

Elena reads it on a secure terminal in a quiet office that still smells faintly of coffee and old paper. The building has been scrubbed of logos. The name on the door has already been removed, replaced with a temporary placard that says nothing at all. Outside, the city moves on with its usual impatience, unaware that the shape of its economy is being redrawn in rooms like this one.

The message is short. Polite. Carefully worded.

Protection. Personal security. Relocation if necessary. Legal insulation. A transition fund large enough to make the word exit feel generous instead of final. A clean break. A future where her name fades gently instead of being dragged through hearings and headlines.

A golden exit, wrapped in concern.

Elena scrolls to the end, rereads the opening line, then closes the file without replying.

She already knew this was coming. The timing is predictable. When systems fracture, the instinct is always the same. Secure the pieces
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