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CHAPTER 32

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Coleman Corporation – Next Morning

Michael's fist hit the mahogany desk hard enough to rattle the monitors displaying the morning's market reports. Red numbers flashed across the screens, Coleman stock down three points already.

"What do you mean Titan Industries pulled out?" His voice was dangerously soft, at odds with the vein throbbing at his temple.

Rachel shrank back, clutching her tablet like a shield. Even after fifteen years as his right hand, she still flinched when his temper flared. "They signed with Lane International an hour ago. Their CEO cited 'ethical concerns.'"

"Ethical?" Michael's laugh was venomous, scraping across the room. "Alexandra's little press stunt has them running scared of bad publicity."

He stalked to the window, adjusting his cufflinks with precise, controlled movements that betrayed his fury. The Coleman Tower afforded a perfect view of Lane International's sleek headquarters across the financial district. A decade newer, a shade taller. Alex had made
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