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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE

Towards the end of the day, Franklin made his way to the bar at the Empire State Hotel, scanning the room until his eyes landed on Conor seated in a quiet corner.

The place wasn’t crowded, and soft jazz music played in the background. Conor, his loyal chauffeur, had a calm demeanor, a glass of whiskey resting untouched in front of him.

Franklin approached the table. Conor noticed him and stood up slightly, nodding in respect before sitting back down.

“Evening, boss,” Conor said, his voice steady.

“Conor,” Franklin replied, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. A waiter approached, but Franklin waved him off. He wasn’t here for a drink—at least not yet. “I trust you handled the task I gave you?”

Conor leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Of course. It wasn’t easy, though. Professor Arjun’s a cautious man, but I managed to plant the device during his meeting earlier today. He didn’t notice a thing.”

Franklin’s expression remained unreadable, though a hint of relief flashed in his eyes
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