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The Thorne Enterprises boardroom buzzed with tension, like a taut wire straining against a gathering storm. Executives clustered in tight groups, voices hushed, expressions pinched with unease. The floor-to-ceiling glass offered no comfort from the pressure mounting inside. At the head of the table, Damon sat like a fortress of silence, eyes sweeping the room with calculating intensity.“We received confirmation this morning,” Lawrence Hyde, the interim chairman, said grimly. “A coordinated buyout offer has been submitted to shareholders. Hostile, and if accepted, it gives majority control to an anonymous syndicate.”A ripple of shock moved through the room. Damon’s hands curled into fists under the table. Beside him, Juliette leaned forward, voice cold and clear.“Who’s behind it?”“No direct name. The offer came from a holding company — Paragon Strategic. Offshore registered, layered through dummy firms.” Lawrence slid a folder across the table. “All trails end in the Caymans.”Damo
Rain fell in a steady rhythm against the penthouse windows, soft but insistent like a countdown clock Damon couldn’t silence. Inside, tension hung in the air like fog. Damon stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, jaw tight. Across from him, Juliette paced, her boots whispering across the marble floor.“We can’t make a decision out of fear,” Juliette said, stopping short of him. Her voice was calm, but her eyes shimmered with barely restrained emotion. “He betrayed you, Damon. Lied for months. Watched everything fall apart and didn’t say a word.”Damon’s gaze didn’t move. “He was cornered. Celeste had leverage.”“So did we,” Juliette snapped. “And we didn’t hand your empire to the enemy.”Carson Wells — former CFO, trusted friend had offered a deal: immunity in exchange for intel. Names. Shell companies. Routes and passwords that could unravel the web surrounding Celeste and Orbis.Everything they needed.But letting him walk free would make them complicit.Damon turned from the fire.
The storm had finally broken.Rain slashed against the glass of Thorne International’s top-floor conference suite, lightning splitting the sky like a judge’s gavel. Inside, the boardroom was stripped of its usual calm. No board members. No advisors. Just betrayal and reckoning.Damon stood at the head of the table, a man still healing from bullet wounds but vibrating with barely contained fury.Across from him sat Nolan Avery - CFO, godfather to Mason, and now confirmed conspirator.The takedown of Lydia earlier that morning had cracked open more than just one mole. Her login logs led to hidden caches files masked deep in the company’s secure servers. And within those caches: authorization stamps, ghost transactions, and digital breadcrumbs pointing straight to Nolan.Damon slammed the printed files onto the glass. “You were the last one I ever expected to sell me out.”Nolan’s face was calm, but the lines around his eyes betrayed him. “You don’t know the full story.”“I know you shar
The penthouse was cloaked in the hush of midnight, broken only by the soft hum of Juliette’s encrypted laptop. A single desk lamp glowed gold against the darkness, casting long shadows over the mahogany. Juliette sat still, frozen in that glow, her fingers hovering above the keyboard as the progress bar ticked toward completion.The hidden file had been buried deep - concealed inside a folder disguised as outdated legal memos. It had taken hours of decoding and the help of one of Damon’s most trusted cyber security allies, someone sworn to absolute secrecy to get this far.Now, the final firewall had fallen.And the truth spilled out like poison.Spreadsheets. Wire transfers. Meeting notes. Surveillance logs. It wasn’t just a strategy, it was a full-scale operation. A methodical, relentless campaign designed to dismantle Thorne Enterprises from within. The scope was staggering.Juliette’s heart pounded as she recognized the names—senior executives, board members, and assistants. Peopl
The city pulsed with electric tension as the sun sank behind the skyline, casting long shadows over rain-slicked streets. Hidden behind tinted glass, Damon gripped the leather door handle, jaw clenched tight. His breath fogged the window as the car turned into a narrow alley behind an abandoned warehouse on 14th Street - the meeting point.He was supposed to be accompanied by security.But the contact had been clear: No guards. No tails. No trace.Juliette had pleaded with him to wait. “Just until morning. We’ll verify everything. There’s too much at stake.”But Damon had already made up his mind. “We may not get another chance. I need answers now before the next strike.”Now, as the car rolled to a stop beneath a flickering light, Damon gave a brief nod to his driver.“I’ll be here,” the man said, eyes firm in the mirror.Damon stepped into the cold night.The air smelled of oil and rust. Water dripped somewhere behind the building. A single buzzing bulb illuminated the service door.
The hospital walls were too white. Too clean. Damon hated hospitals. The sterile smell, the hollow quiet, the way time seemed to stretch unnaturally between each beep of the monitor.He reclined against a pile of pillows, body aching from the attempt on his life, bruised ribs, a dislocated shoulder, two fractured fingers. But none of it compared to the deeper wound inside him, the gnawing sense that the war was only beginning.Juliette stood near the window, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the visitor who sat across from Damon like a man holding a match over dry kindling.Vin Arledge.Leaner than most men of his age, with a sharp jawline, faint limp, and a scar bisecting his left cheek, he looked like a man who had learned to survive by walking through fire."You say you have answers," Damon said, voice tight. "Then talk."Vin glanced between them, his tone casual but his eyes calculating. "You want to stop Celeste? Then you need to understand the scale of what you’re up against. This