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Chapter 8 - THE REALIZATIONLorenzo entered the office, his presence filling the room. He didn't look like a mob boss; he looked like a man who was tired of the game. "He’s lost everything, Claire. He’s coming here to beg for a chance to save his firm." I looked at the fabric in my hands—champagne-colored silk. It was beautiful, durable, and resilient. "Let him come," I said. "But he doesn't get to step foot in here."

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