The Hidden Leverage

The champagne from the gala still left an acidic burn in Elena’s throat—a sharp, lingering reminder of the performance she had just delivered. In the penthouse, the silence was heavy, pressurized by the low-frequency hum of the city’s climate control. Julian paced the length of the limestone kitchen, his phone pressed to his ear, his voice a low, melodic weapon.

"The Vance merger isn't a suggestion, Marcus," Julian said, his eyes locking onto Elena’s

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