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Chapter 30.

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Elena’s POV.

The Clara Everett Group was bleeding.

I stood behind my desk, staring at the muted news feeds playing across the wall monitors, each screen carrying a variation of the same narrative, each headline sharper than the last, dissecting my company, my capital, and my character with a precision that wasn’t accidental. It wasn’t speculation. It was construction.

Beyond the glass walls of my office, the bullpen had collapsed into controlled chaos. Phones hadn’t stopped ringing for the la
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