The black sedan glided silently through downtown traffic, passing mirrored towers and luxury boutiques as if it owned the skyline. In the back seat sat Ethan Hayes, thirty-six, composed and immaculately dressed. His charcoal suit fit him like authority. His briefcase carried contracts worth millions — documents that could turn entire streets into investment portfolios.
“Mr. Hayes,” his driver murmured, “we’ll …
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