The boardroom was sterile, cold, and too quiet—exactly the kind of silence that preceded war. I sat at the long, polished table, eyes calmly scanning the room as the first few shareholders trickled in. Same faces. Same pattern. Routine.At least, until he walked in.The door creaked open and in strolled Maximillian Duval like he owned the floor beneath him. Confidence clung to him like a tailored suit—sharp, calculated, and impossible to ignore. His presence bent the atmosphere, drawing attention like a magnet. I didn’t react. I didn’t need to. But I braced myself.He wasn’t here for observation. He was here to dominate.The meeting began in its usual rhythm—Howard leading, a few figures nodding, reports flying back and forth. I listened, contributed when necessary, all while maintaining the composure expected of me. For months, I had represented Tyto Corp in public, acting as the face of leadership while answering quietly to someone behind the scenes—someone I only knew through sharp
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