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Chapter 108

Aвтор: Anney GW
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OSTARA’S POV (ELISHA)

The file sat in my inbox like an unwanted souvenir—bright, blinking, bolded as “URGENT — POTENTIAL US EXPANSION.” The subject line alone reeked of corporate overeagerness. Still, I clicked.

The PDF loaded slowly, as if it already knew it wasn’t worth my time.

A garish title page greeted me first:

ZENITH FOODS: Bridging Luxury with American Households.

Hm.

I sat back in my chair, one eyebrow arched, and skimmed through the first few slides.

Every instinct in my body told me this had been pulled together by someone’s overworked intern or, worse, the executive assistant of a mid-level exec trying to impress their boss.

The fonts didn’t match from slide to slide. The branding colors were inconsistent. The copy was bloated with buzzwords—“synergy,” “strategic adjacency,” “luxury accessibility.”

Luxury accessibility?

I kept reading out of sheer disbelief.

Their pitch was to stock Harvest Bloom—a name I had bled for—on the shelves of discount grocery chains across the
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