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The Business Rival

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-06-22 23:16:04

CASSIAN'S POV:

I was in my study, going over the quarterly reports, when James knocked on the door with that particular look on his face. The one that meant he had bad news and was trying to figure out how to deliver it without getting yelled at.

"Mr. Cassian," he said, "I have just received word about the waterfront development project."

I looked up. The waterfront project was mine. It had been mine since before the accident, my baby, the thing I had been building toward for years. A massive m
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