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THE WATCHER’S WEB

Auteur: Sophie George
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-05 16:49:52

Julian’s POV

I sat across staring down a stubborn acquisitions partner who was trying to short-change our logistics portfolio. For three hours, I carved him up piece by piece, matching his inflated corporate jargon with cold, surgical counters until he finally folded, signing the restructuring agreement with a trembling pen.

Business, leverage, power—the endless game of chess that kept the Vanguard empire running.

When the meeting adjourned, I tossed my fountain pen back into its leather case,
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