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AVA The November chill wrapped around The Savoy like a velvet cloak as our limousine pulled up to the iconic entrance on the Strand. Red carpet stretched toward the grand doors, cameras flashing in a relentless storm. I stepped out alone, head high, the black gown with its subtle silver threading hugging my slender frame like liquid night. My shorter, sleeker chestnut hair caught the lights, hazel eyes sharp beneath perfectly arched brows. At 5’7, I moved with the graceful confidence of a woman who had rebuilt herself from ashes. The announcement boomed through the entrance as I crossed the threshold: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Ava Ross—the largest external shareholder of Harrington Global, holding thirty-five percent!” Gasps rippled through the arriving guests. Heads turned.

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