The Trillionare is Mine

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ful, calculating gaze. He seemed to be everywhere, from boardroom meetings to casual conversations in the hallways, always remindi

the final details of a project in his office,

rd. "He's twisting the company into something unrecognizable, and

as enough leverage to dismantle your reputation and take contro

ind out what else he's hiding, use it against him if we have to. Nicholas i

ark of hope. Mark was right-Nicholas was powerful, but no one

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dealings with Nicholas. Each meeting was carefully timed, held in quiet corners of the office or off-site to avo

of the few people Nicholas hadn't intimidate

listening. "He forced out several partners from his early ventures, took their shares by making threats and falsifyi

one public with this? There has to

d up with a ruined career and a legal battle that drained every cent they had. N

mplex than we'd anticipated, and every door we opened seemed to reveal

ady, "do you know if he's holding any

estricted archives a few times. He never takes anyone with him and loc

hardening his gaze. "Then

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lights dimmed, casting long shadows along the hallways. The restricted archives were located on the lower

ched in the access code, but the s

"You don't

las must've restricted it. He probably

bypass this kind of lock. We just need to reset the panel

yebrow. "You've

say I've had to get crea

ide code. After a tense moment, the light flashed green, and the door unl

ng was meticulously organized, each row marked with dates and project names. We moved quietly, scan

Mark's voice broke the si

ng Nicholas's various methods of manipulation-blackmail, falsified record

names, people Nicholas had either forced out or intimidated into silen

hat we need," I said, fe

We froze, exchanging a look of alarm. There was nowhere to hide, a

f the folder in my hands. Just then, Mark grabbed my arm, pulling me

wing as though he sensed something was amiss. I could feel the tension rad

sfied, turning and leaving the room. The door clicked

here," Mark whispered

hives and made our way back to his office. Once we were safely insi

his voice filled with a quiet intensity. "Wi

s our next steps, my phone buzzed w

s that don't concern

ng down my spine. He clenched his

, his voice low. "He know

asked, trying to ke

ng his expression. "We fight back. We're

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against Nicholas. We compiled every piece of evidence we'd found, creating a

m our shared drives, and security footage from certain days would go missing. It was cle

tinted dark. I couldn't see inside, but the car had been there for hours, just sitting. A sense of

e was watching me. That night, as I locked my apartment door, I felt a strang

e to his office. His face w

arting to target people close to us. Last ni

is getting dangerous. Maybe we shoul

ts. If we back down now, he'll only tighten his cont

rowing danger. Nicholas was escalating, and it was

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ng over the final report

. Drop the investigation,

was watching, waiting for us to make a mistake. Bu

nto a secure file and sent it to a trusted lawyer with a reputation for taking on powerful oppon

confirming that he'd received the files and would

ut it felt

ced over at Mark, a sense of relief se

his eyes. "We did. Whatever happens no

hat the fight wasn't truly over. Nicholas would retaliate-of that, I wa

as. It was a turning point, a new beginning for us both. We had faced the