I took a slow sip of the hot coffee, feeling the warmth spread down into my chest:
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“Marcus believes that every human problem is a transaction that can be resolved with sufficient liquid capital, Nathan,” I said softly:
“He spent twelve years believing I was an ordinary, quiet orphan named Natalie Vance who depended on his allowance to survive.”
“He will find out soon enough,” Nathan smiled—a cold, razor-thin line of professional steel:
“At seven o'clock this morning, under your direct power of attorney, I executed the primary severance covenants on Conduit Ten.”
Nathan tapped the blue vellum brief:
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“For eight years, Hale Dynamics has utilized the subterranean fiber-optic conduits, high-voltage cryogenic power feeds, and electromagnetic continuity spurs running eighty feet beneath San Francisco and Silicon Valley to run their thirty-one-billion-dollar cloud computing architecture.”
“Marcus thought that utility easement was a perpetual federal infrastructure lease granted to his firm by the Department of Commerce.”
