The morning sun rose over Tokyo, casting a pale, clean light across the minimalist study of the Roppongi penthouse. Clara sat at the low hinoki wood desk, wearing a tailored black cashmere sweater and comfortable trousers. Her auburn hair was pinned up, and her tortoiseshell reading glasses were perched on her nose as she reviewed the decrypted data stream on her dual monitors. Beside her sat a porcelain pot of…
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