The Choice to Stay

The boardroom air was thin, recycled, and carried the faint, sterile scent of ozone—the smell of a power structure being dismantled in real-time. Lin Yue didn't wait for an invitation. She walked to the head of the table, her heels clicking against the mahogany with the rhythmic precision of a ticking clock. She bypassed the seat reserved for the 'consultant' and pulled out the high-backed leather chair

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