Victor Holloway’s voice cut through the marble hall like a blade. “Call Mercer, Vale, and Roth. Now.”
The assistant vanished down the corridor.
No one moved.
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Victor Holloway’s voice cut through the marble hall like a blade. “Call Mercer, Vale, and Roth. Now.”
The assistant vanished down the corridor.
No one moved.
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