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WHAT THE BOARD DOESN'T KNOW

مؤلف: Tabbie Quinn
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-05 21:24:16

XAVIER'S POV

The quarterly board meeting starts at nine am and I'm in the building by seven-fifteen, not because I need two hours to prepare…I've been preparing for this meeting for the past seventy-two hours in the specific way that isn't preparation so much as it is rehearsal, running the numbers through my head until the projection figures feel more real than the actual ones, until I can present them with the unforced confidence of a man stating facts rather than constructing a narrative aro
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  • The taste Of Revenge   THE OBSIDIAN DEAL

    The digital authorization portal on my pad glowed in the dim penthouse like an open wound. A single email notification flashed against the stark black screen.‘TRANSFER CONFIRMED: 50% CLASS-A VOTING SHARES ASSIGNED TO NORTHSTAR HOLDINGS.’ It was done. Sarah had executed the order. Fifty percent of my life’s blood…half of my flesh, my power, my fucking legacy was gone with the tap of a button. My chest heaved, every breath tasting like ash and iron. My knuckles were already turning white where I gripped the edge of the marble island, the veins in my forearms bulging and thrumming with a dark, volatile adrenaline. I was Xavier Adrian, CEO of Sterling Capital Group…I governed boardrooms with a terrifying, absolute authority, I made grown men sweat behind five-thousand-dollar suits. I didn't hide in the dark like a beaten dog while my empire was carved up and If I am going to hand Elliott Crane the keys to my empire, I am going to look him in the eyes and smell the triumph on his breath.

  • The taste Of Revenge   THE PRICE OF LOYALTY

    Without a word, I snatched my phone off the dark marble island. I didn't give a damn that it was 2:00 AM. I dialed Gerald’s private line, my thumb digging into the glass with enough force to turn the joint bone-white. My pulse was a violent thud against my ribs, a dark, suffocating wave of adrenaline flooding my veins.It rang once. Twice, then three times.“Xavier?” Gerald’s voice tore through the speaker, thick with sleep and heavy with confusion. “What’s going on? I saw the news about the federal raid at headquarters…I’ve been trying to reach the legal department all night…”“You traitorous, spineless bastard!” I roared into the receiver, my voice raw and jagged, slicing through the suffocating quiet of the penthouse like a serrated blade. “How much did he pay you, Gerald? Tell me! How much did Elliot Crane l pay you to sell me out?!” A heavy, stunned silence hung on the line before Gerald snapped. “Xavier, what the fuck are you talking about? Are you out of your mind?”“Don't pla

  • The taste Of Revenge   AN EMPIRE FOR HER

    The silence inside the penthouse was thick, heavy, and suffocating. The rain continued to batter the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the sprawling New York skyline into a smeared canvas of artificial lights.For the last twenty minutes, I had been pacing the length of the hardwood floor, my tailored jacket discarded on the sofa, my necktie hanging loose around my neck. Every breath felt like inhaling liquid lead. My mind was racing at a dangerous speed, trying to solve an equation that made no sense. Aurora sat on the edge of the velvet armchair, her legs crossed, watching me with wide, tear-rimmed eyes. She looked small, fragile, and utterly terrified for us.“Xavier, please,” she said softly, her voice trembling as she wrung her hands in her lap. “Sit down for a second. You’re going to drive yourself crazy pacing like that.”“I can’t sit down, Aurora,” I rasped, running both hands through my hair, gripping the strands tightly. “You don’t understand what Elliott is hol

  • The taste Of Revenge   TWENTY-FOUR HOURS TO RUIN

    I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet, familiar perfume. The sheer relief of holding her almost brought me to my knees. The terror that had been building inside me for the last three hours finally broke, spilling over into a deep, desperate shudder that racked my entire body.“It’s bad, baby,” I murmured against her skin, my hands trembling as I held her tight against me, needing the solid reality of her body to convince myself I was still alive. “The government... they raided Sterling Capital. They froze the internal network, locked us out of our own systems. They told me not to touch anything, not even a mouse…or…a pen. I couldn't even call you, they treated me like a criminal in my own empire.” She pulled back slightly, her soft, delicate hands cupping my face, her thumb brushed over my cheekbone with a gentleness that nearly made my eyes sting. Her wide, beautiful eyes were shining with what looked like pure terror for us…for our future.“A raid? Xavier, o

  • The taste Of Revenge   SOMEONE CLOSE

    The elevator doors closed with a soft, quiet chime, shutting out Eliot Crane’s smug face and his corner office on the forty-second floor.I stood completely alone in the shiny steel box as it plunged straight down toward the street level. My hands were shaking, but it was not from fear… I was completely furious. Eliot thought he could take my data, use it to destroy my husband, and then shove me into some useless advisor role. He thought he could keep the vice president seat for whoever the fuck he kept it for. He thought he was the smartest man in the room, but he was dead wrong.“He really thinks he can treat me like a fool,” I thought to myself, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as I stormed out of the elevator, through the quiet Northstar lobby, and straight out into the heavy pouring rain. Suddenly the receptionist found her screen fascinating when she saw me and the remaining riff raff employees knew how smart it was to just give me way. My driver held the c

  • The taste Of Revenge   NINETY MILLION DOLLARS AND A CAGE

    The ping on my encrypted phone doesn’t sound like an alert. it sounds like the whisper of a blade drawing blood instead. I don't even need to unlock the screen to know what it is. Sitting in the plush, leather interior of my town car parked two blocks away from Northstar Holdings, I stare down at the neon-blue numbers glowing against the dark display:’Deposit Confirmed: $,90,000,000.00 USD. Routing: Cayman-International-Private.’ A cold, razor-thin smile touches my lips. Ninety million dollars. The liquid price of my family’s stolen honor. The cost of five years surviving as Xavier Adrian’s decorative, obedient trophy while he built his empire on my father's grave.My phone vibrates in my palm, and the screen lights up with ‘Eliot’ boldly written. I press the device to my ear, leaning my head back against the leather headrest, my voice dropping into a smooth, icy purr. "I see the transfer cleared, Eliot. You’re a man of your word after all.""I always honor my financial commitments,

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