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CHAPTER 168: LINES IN THE SAND"

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ISLA'S POV

The next morning, I arrived at Titan Holdings earlier than usual. The office lights were still dim, the air cool, the silence thicker than coffee. I needed the quiet to think, to sort through everything that had happened yesterday.

Roman Adler’s visit kept replaying in my head. His veiled threats, his eerie calmness, the way he predicted betrayal like he was sure of it. I still didn’t know if I had just met a threat, an ally, or a storm waiting to unravel.

And then there was that note on my door.

Success attracts attention. Be smart.

It didn’t sound like a compliment. It sounded like a warning.

I dropped my bag at my desk, opened my laptop, and stared at the screen. I couldn’t focus on design mockups or supplier reports. My eyes kept drifting toward the door, my ears attuned to the click of heels or a shifting chair. Everyone felt like a shadow today.

Around 8:50, the elevators chimed, and the office began to fill with life—casual conversations, greetings, and clacking keyb
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