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Battle for Position
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2024-09-17 07:01:44Stevenson’s POV
I sat in the cold, tiny prison cell, staring at the walls. My once-powerful life had crumbled, and now I was nothing but just an inmate.The betrayal from my family, the accusations, and being locked up—it all weighed me down. Each second in this place felt like an eternity. I sighed heavily, running a hand through my unkempt hair, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.Suddenly, the cell door clanged open, and an officer stood there. "You have a visitor," the officer announced.I blinked, surprised. I hadn’t been expecting anyone. I stood up, straightening my wrinkled shirt as much as I could, and followed the officer down the long hallway to the visitor’s room. It turned out to be my lawyer."Good to see you, Mr. Grayson," the lawyer said as I sat down across from him.I gave a weak nod. "I hope you have some good news for me."He nodded and leaned in. "Actually, I do. There’s finally a way to getRelated chapters
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