Patricia Salazar was finishing the last streak on a floor-to-ceiling window when something caught the light behind her—a flash of gold where gold didn’t belong.
On the polished mahogany desk of the executive office lay an envelope so elegant it looked almost defiant, as if daring the room to justify its presence. Thick paper. Embossed lettering. A wax seal pressed …
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