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CHARLOTTE.
CHARLOTTE “What do you mean they’re after Thiago too?” I asked, glancing at her. She shook her head. “If he didn’t tell you, it’s not my place to,” she replied, and I scoffed. I thought we were past this. I guess opening up to her about certain things hasn’t brought us as close as I thought. “You can do better than that. He said something about us fighting the same enemy. Those weren’t his exact words, but you get it...” I started, but she looked out the window. “We’ve found a connection between the incident at The Hilton and the Narhzy family,” she began. I listened intently as she explained the silent rivalry between the Mooze and Narhzy families. Both families were business partners at one point, a formidable force in the corporate world, expanding their ventures far and wide. But
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