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The Boardroom Breach.

Author: Preshy
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-23 18:09:42

~ Gideon ~

The glass walls of the executive boardroom at Helix Tower usually offered a sense of clarity. From this height, Ravenport City looked like a complex machine that I alone understood how to operate. I adjusted my cuffs, the silver links clicking as I sat at the head of the polished obsidian table. Ten of my top executives sat before me, their faces illuminated by the blue glow of their tablets. We were forty minutes into the quarterly projections for Moore Holdings, and the air was th
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