The Wistful Throne
The glass walls of the conference room at Meridian Insurance did not just reflect the fluorescent lights; they amplified the silence, turning the air into a pressurized vacuum that made my ears ring. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, my hands flat on the polished surface, while the senior underwriters stared at me with the cold, professional disdain of men who had just watched a...
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