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2025-04-28 19:03:12"Maya," Father said, setting down his fork. "Let's be direct. The foundation you've established is creating a narrative that directly threatens our company's standing. Your use of the Vega name, your public statements about design appropriation—it's being interpreted as an attack on us."
"It's not an attack," Maya replied. "It's the truth."
"Truth is subjective in business," Father countered. "Perception is what matters. And the perception you're creating could do real damage."
"To your profits," Maya said flatly.
"To our legacy," Mother corrected. "Everything we built—everything that would have been yours one day—is at risk because of this... crusade."
Maya laughed, the sound startlingly everyone in the roo
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