Shadows of the Ledger
The air in Julian Thorne’s study tasted of ozone and expensive, dying ambition. Elara Vance stood before the mahogany desk, her pulse a frantic rhythm she refused to let reach her fingertips. The ledger lay open between them, a graveyard of numbers that proved her father had been cannibalizing the Vance estate for a decade.
“Sign it,” Julian said. He didn’t look
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