Chapter 191: Ripples on the Eve of the Storm
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Updated : Apr 9th, 2026
The sharp, sterile scent of industrial-grade cleaner filled Howell Showyer’s nostrils as she stood before the polished oak desk. Her superior, Director Evans, a man whose face seemed permanently etched with disappointment, steepled his fingers and stared at her over them. The silence in the office was a physical weight, pressing down on her shoulders.
“Showyer,” he began, his voice low and devoid of warmth. “I have always considered you one of our most promising officers. Professional....
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