After the Fall

The gala’s ballroom was a hollowed-out shell of its former prestige. Elena stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights below blurring into streaks of cold, indifferent neon. Behind her, the silence was heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic, sharp click of Julian’s laptop keys.

Marcus Vance was gone, escorted out by security after Elena’s public presentation of the ledger had turned the room against him. But the victory felt brittle.

“The board is already issuing statements,” Julian said, his voice cutting through the quiet like a razor. He didn’t look up from the screen. “They’re distancing themselves from Marcus, but they aren’t stopping there. They’ve triggered the indemnity clause in our trust agreement, Elena. They’re claiming the ledger documents wer

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