The Final Boardroom

The Vance boardroom smelled of ozone and expensive, dying ambition. It was a room designed to intimidate, with its floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the city and the kind of silence that usually preceded a firing. Today, the silence was different. It was the sound of a foundation cracking.

Elara stood at the head of the table, her posture rigid, her hands resting on a leather por

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