Chapter 7 The Geneva Summit

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The summit's closing gala filled a marble hall in Geneva with chandeliers, old money, and new officials. My name on the guest list was Serena Vettori, lead consultant for the Inter-Bank Task Force. People in these circles called me "The Ghost." Donna Rossi belonged to another life. I moved among finance ministers and banking regulators in a tailored navy suit. We discussed sovereign debt and encrypted asset tracking instead of blood feuds and territory. Here, records had rules and violations carried consequences. I helped enforce both. "Your work on the Romano network was illuminating, Ms. Vettori." Sir Richard, the British head of the task force, stood beside me. "You have a gift for seeing the rot beneath the floorboards." "I just know where to look." Voices rose near the grand ent

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