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Chapter 109: Washington Games
Author: Ivy Rogers
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The Georgetown townhouse looked exactly like the kind of place where serious men made decisions that never appeared in any public record.

It was a narrow, four-story Federal-style building on a quiet street where the trees were old and the lighting was deliberately soft, and the two men standing at the front door in dark suits were not doormen. Derick walked past them without making eye contact, handed his coat to a staff member inside, and took a quiet breath as he stepped into the room.

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