CHAPTER 43: Dacre at Midnight

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Taren had left the report on the desk without explanation. That was how Dacre knew it mattered. Taren didn't editorialize. Didn't frame. When something needed attention, it appeared on the desk, and the appearance was the editorial. Dacre read it at 1 a.m. with a glass of water he hadn't touched and the city laid out beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass at his back. EMBER Security Studio. Registered six weeks ago. LLC structure, clean. Seed capital traceable through four holding companies before it disappeared into a formation he didn't recognize — which meant it was either offshore architecture or someone very good had built the wall. Financial District contract secured this morning. Previous holder: Dalvik, a Crescent Fang subcontractor with a five-year tenure that had never been serious

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