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My jaw must have hit the floor.  Six years working for Daniel, and I thought I knew every angle he played.  But this? Recording JD Ruff with century-old equipment hidden in plain sight while I stood there like a deer in headlights?  The man wasn’t just ahead of the game – he’d written the rulebook. “You recorded everything?” I managed, still processing the implications. “Every word, every threat, every gold coin that bastard tried to use as leverage.” Daniel’s eyes…

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For my early primary school education, I was fortunate enough to attend a public elementary school in the province of Quebec during the early 1970s, being a student from Kindergarten to Grade 2. With the plasticity that children have with language, I flourished in my imposed French immersion and made lots of friends (mostly girls). I largely have happy memories of those days, and never felt like I was an outsider, even though I was a native Albertan. We returned…

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The drive back to the cabin felt like the longest twenty minutes of my life. The Turkish delight sat in the passenger seat, mocking me with its innocent packaging while my mind raced through the catastrophic implications of what had just happened. Sarah Chen knew about JD Ruff. She knew about the meeting. And thanks to my spectacular failure at keeping my mouth shut, she now had confirmation that the Premier of Louise was conducting secret business with Valdorian representatives….

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