The grandfather clock in the reception gallery had long since chimed two in the morning, its heavy brass pendulum swinging through shadows that pooled across the empty sixty-fifth floor. Ava sat at her white marble desk, the blue luminescence of dual monitors illuminating the sharp angles of her face and the dark circles of exhaustion forming beneath her eyes. Spread across the desk were three hundred pages of forensic audit…
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