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we don’t breach it from the outside,” Alexander said.
Clara looked at him.
“How?”
“We go through the front door.”
Her brow furrowed.
“Dominic Falcone is hosting an underground gala next week at Cipriani Wall Street,” Alexander explained. “It’s a front. He uses the event to physically launder bearer bonds through his elite network. The vault holding your continue reading …
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