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That morning, Nathan sat in his study with a cup of coffee that hadn't even been touched. He stared blankly at his laptop screen until a soft knock on the door broke his reverie.

"Come in," he said simply.

His assistant entered with a brown folder.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Nathan," the assistant said carefully. "There's an important letter that just arrived this morning. From Miss Elena."

Nathan's eyes immediately sharpened. "Elena?"

"Yes, sir," Kevin replied as he ...