The Boardroom Reckoning
The air in the Thorne Industries boardroom was thin, recycled, and heavy with the scent of ozone and expensive, nervous sweat. Elena Vance stood at the threshold, the leather-bound ledger pressed against her ribs like a shield. She didn't look like a substitute bride; she looked like the person who held the kill switch. At the head of the mahogany
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