Long Table, Sharp Tongues

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The thirty-fifth floor conference room stretched endlessly with floor-to-ceiling glass walls, showcasing Noverra's skyline beneath a blanket of gray clouds. Skyscrapers emerged like shadows through the thin mist, creating an atmosphere both somber and imposing. Kael entered alongside Rui, each step deliberate despite knowing exactly what awaited him in that climate-controlled space. Ran, Rui's cousin, had been insisting since morning this was merely a "casual pre-work meeting," but Kael knew better. Nothing involving these particular individuals was ever casual. Marcel Veylan occupied the conference table's far end with military precision. At thirty-two, Elior's older brother had never accepted Kael as his younger sibling's boyfriend, though he couldn't deny Kael's capabilities as one of

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