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Against All Odds

Penulis: Oma
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-14 23:36:26

ATHENA'S POV:

The conference room is empty when I walk back in.

The chairs are pushed back from the table, still warm from the bodies of the executives who just spent four hours arguing with me about distribution rights and profit margins and the future of a brand that everyone said I was crazy to go after. The whiteboard is covered in my handwriting, arrows and circles and crossed out numbers that tell the story of how I won. The coffee cups are scattered across the table, half empty, the dreg
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