Boardroom Siege

The morning light in the Vane penthouse was a clinical, high-definition interrogation. Elena stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, watching the city pulse—a sprawl that felt increasingly like a map of her own confinement. Somewhere in that grid, her daughter was being held in a private facility, a hostage to a public lie that had become Elena’s only protection.

Julian entered the room, his movements precise, his suit a dark, tailored armor. He didn't offer a greeting. He set a tablet on the marble island, the screen glowing with headlines about the 'Vane Dynasty&

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