A chill traced its way down Tamara’s spine, but she didn’t flinch. "Data can be fabricated. You know that better than anyone." Ehentai Forums Hot - 3.79.94.248
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He slid a tablet across the table. The screen was black, waiting.
He let the word hang in the air.
Tamara smoothed the fabric of her skirt. "I’m saving my energy. I assume we’re getting to the climax of this little exercise."
The low hum of the ventilation system was the only sound in the private viewing room. Tamara sat motionless in the high-backed leather chair, her posture perfect, her expression carefully curated into a mask of bored indifference. Across from her, Silas leaned back, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.
"Go on," he urged. "See for yourself. Chapter three isn't just a story anymore. It’s an indictment."