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Monday morning arrived with the relentless pace of a new workweek. The city's financial district was already alive by the time Jackson stepped out of the elevator on the twelfth floor of Stone & Associates Investigations. Phones rang almost constantly behind closed office doors, printers hummed in the background, and employees hurried between departments with files tucked beneath their arms. Unlike the quiet uncertainty of the previous few days, the office demanded complete attention, and under normal circumstances, Jackson appreciated that. Work gave him structure. It gave him something concrete to solve. People lied. Evidence didn't. Today, however, even work struggled to hold his attention. He had barely settled into his office when Naomi appeared at his door carrying a stack of case
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