chapter 71: part-2
Author: Kashish
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but a full, genuine bow, the kind reserved for people whose position warranted it completely.

"Mr. Edward," he said, straightening slowly. "I owe you a sincere apology. I did not recognize you the moment you entered the building. Very few people within this institution are aware of the bank's true ownership structure, and I failed to anticipate that you might visit without prior notice."

Edward waved the apology away with a small motion of his hand.

"There is no need," he said. "The entire purp
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