r parents' grave woke up the next morning
a cold, hard stone in her gut, but it was surrounded by a churning sea of nausea. Any scent-the c
il to Grant Fletcher. "Feeling unw
t would look like a deliberate act of defiance, a petty delay. Sh
gy acquisition. It was Taylor Corp's biggest pending deal, a multi-billion-dollar play to dominate the AI sector. She had only handled
oon. Grant Fletcher's voi
xpects you in the o
ater she was holding to her tem
waiting for two days." Then, his voice became muffled, and anothe
, she will be in breach of contract," Armand snarled
nct, sharp crash. The sound of someth
e with one of the hedge funds this morning. A nine-f
emperor needed to crush a rebellion in his personal life to feel
sult in more extreme, more dangerous retaliation. She had to finish t
hting down a wave of sickne
he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at the pale, hollo
y applied concealer under her eyes, a touch of color to her cheeks, a neutral,
eath dress with a matching blazer. The
off a thin piece. The sharp, acidic scent helped quell the nausea. She put the slic
ag, took one last look in the m
She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing, mentally r
nd steel monolith of the Taylor Corp build
walking in to
ed a strand of hair across her face, but she didn't falter. She walked through the revolving
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