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LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW

The next morning, I walked into the office, and it felt as though the entire atmosphere had shifted. Maybe it wasn’t the office that had changed—it was me. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel weighed down by numbers, strategies, or boardroom politics. I felt lighter, as if my chest wasn’t carrying the invisible boulder I had been dragging around for years.

The automatic glass doors slid open, and I stepped into the lobby of Foster Enterprises, the company I had inherited, nurtured, and bled for. The air smelled of polished marble, cologne, and ambition—the scent of power. My employees, dressed in their sharp suits and dresses, moved around with the brisk efficiency of a company that thrived under pressure.

“Good morning, Mr. Foster,” one of the receptionists greeted, her eyes lighting up in a way I didn’t notice before.

Another staff member echoed, “Morning, sir.”

I returned
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