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CHAPTER 50: (GREATER CLARITY)

Author: H. Scovia
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-03 23:06:02

IVAN

The days went by in blurs of boardroom meetings, and today was one of them. Bottled table water lined the glossy mahogany table, condensation sliding down their sides and pooling onto the glass coasters beneath them. The hum of the central air conditioning was the only sound for a long moment, steady and cold, like the atmosphere itself.

I should have been focused. And yet, my mind kept drifting to Danica.

“Ivan,” Tom Clarkson—my father’s voice, broke through my wandering thoughts, deep and edged like a warning.

I blinked, finding myself staring blankly at the label of the bottled water before me. The words were swimming, blurring. I straightened my tie, buying myself a second too long.

“Yes,” I said evenly, though the weight of his glare pressed against me.

Across the table, one of the investors, Mr. Hapton adjusted his cufflinks with slow precision before speaking. His accent carried the clipped sharpness of old money. “As I was saying, your competitors have already expressed s
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