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17. Missing Link i
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2024-10-29 19:42:56~ Anabella and Philippe stood by the glass wall, looking out into the city. They were on the uppermost floor of Pentalum, Vescovi’s headquarters. From there, they could see the towers of the other four buildings, each at the point of their pentagram. Anax, NexTeq, Vancor, Pentalum, and Salcom International marked the five corners of Pentorium. The door opened to the office, and Vescovi rushed in with his assistant following him. He looked surprised to see Philippe and Anabella waiting for him.
“Was there a meeting?” He glanced at the woman who came in with him, and she shook her head, adjusting her glasses on her nose.
“Not officially,” Anabella said.
Vescovi creased his eyebrows, looking from one friend to the next. He dismissed his assistant, who closed the door behind her.
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