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The Board Ultimatum

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Adrain POV

The request comes in as a formal notice.

Not urgent.

Not aggressive.

Just… scheduled.

Emergency Board Session Mandatory Attendance.

No explanation.

No details.

Which is how I know exactly what it is.

I don’t ask questions.

I don’t delay.

By the time I arrive, they’re already seated.

That’s deliberate.

Boards don’t gather early unless they’ve already decided something.

The room feels different the moment I walk in.

Not tense.

Not chaotic.

Controlled.

Too controlled.

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