The private restoration laboratory in SoHo had been reinforced with new ballistic steel shutters and a dedicated fiber-optic link directly to the Tribeca command center. Elena sat at her heavy oak workbench, illuminated by dual halogen lamps. But instead of an antique oil canvas, her desk was covered in complex financial derivatives flowcharts and bond indenture prospectuses. Marco leaned over her shoulder, holding a mug of black coffee, watching the…
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