"Mr. Miller," Aspen called out behind him. "Please tell Mr. Jefferson Senior that Fuller Group is not a chess piece, and I'm not a player to be manipulated."John paused without turning around, nodded slightly, then opened the door and left. Aspen stared at the doorway for a long time, seemingly speechless.John's visit was like a bucket of ice water poured over her head, turning her vague suspicions into harsh reality. She walked back to her desk and picked up a document, only to notice her hands trembling slightly."How did it come to this?" she whispered to herself.Setting down the document, her gaze fell on the cooperation agreement at the corner of her desk, Aetheris Group's logo particularly glaring.Out of professional habit, she began carefully examining the signatures and seals on the document—her usual cautious practice. Yet in this casual moment, a detail caught her attention.In the authorized signatory section at the bottom right, Aren's title read "executive direct
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