CHAPTER 56 The Stolen Memory

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  The high-rise glass tower of Meridian Holdings gleamed beneath the sharp morning sun. Ivy walked through the executive floor, her heels clicked rhythmically against the marble floors as she headed straight for the media suite.   The PR Director met her at the door, handing her a freshly printed briefing file.   "Miss Hayes, you need to see this. Silvercrest held a surprise press conference yesterday, and Adrian Vermont took center stage himself."   Ivy took the tablet, scrolling through the live broadcast footage. On screen, Adrian stood behind a sea of microphones, dressed in a sharp navy suit, looking surprisingly composed despite the rumors of supply chain failures surrounding the Dreamscape line.   "He played a high-stakes gamble," the director explained, leaning over the table.

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