Chapter 67 THE MONOLOGUE OF THE LAST STRAW AND THE GLASS LAWYER

The echo of plastic hitting wood was still vibrating in the room when Ernesto Vega found his voice again.

His face went from furious red to ashen white, but his corporate survival instinct tried to take the wheel. He adjusted his tie with a nervous tug.

"This is unprecedented," Ernesto stammered, ...

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