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... ng a glass of whiskey in his hand, the ice clinking softly with each rotation. His brow was furrowed as he stared into the flames, clearly troubled. Across from him, Hera Blackwood sat in a high-backed chair, her brows furrowed into a frown. Her hands were clasped and her legs, the right crossed upon the other.
"The stock price dropped another five percent this morning," Dan said finally, tossing the report onto the table. "And they’re dropping again. Blackwood stock has been down for th ...
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