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wanted to change the world, not just own it.”
Daniel looked at the ledger. He looked at the photo of Maya. He looked at his own reflection in the polished surface of the table.
He looked tired. Lonely. Old.
He slowly reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a fountain pen—a Montblanc, probably another five-figure accessory.
“David,” Daniel said quietly,continue reading …
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