The diner went silent. The waitress stood with her mouth slightly open, the menu forgotten in her hand. Diana felt her blood run cold.
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Chapter 2 - THE VEIL OF EIGHT BILLION DOLLARSThe diner went silent. The waitress stood with her mouth slightly open, the menu forgotten in her hand. Diana felt her blood run cold. She looked at Mark—or Mark Hale—and saw the leather jacket not as a sign of rugged simplicity, but as a carefully constructed costume.
"You’re him," Diana whispered, the reality crashing down. "The billionaire who owns the city’s logistics."
Mark sighed, his eyes losing their playful glint. "I’m just Mark, Diana. Please."
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"You're the man who bought the laundromat where I worked," Diana realized, her voice trembling. "The man who put us out on the street to build that automated depot."
She grabbed the twins' hands, ready to bolt, but Mark stepped forward, his hand raised in a plea. "I didn't know it was you. I never look at the names of the buildings I replace. That’s my sin, and I’m trying to fix it."
