Damien’s POVI walked into the Aurelius Ventures boardroom with my spine straight and my mind razor-sharp, the way it used to be before everything went to hell.My palms were dry. That alone told me something had shifted.Months ago, I would have been sweating through my cuffs, rehearsing apologies I didn’t owe, hoping someone, Vanessa, Henry, anyone, would throw me a rope.Today, I didn’t need one. This wasn’t a favor. This wasn’t charity. These were my former clients, people I had once built an empire with, back when Imperial Aurium Group still meant something because I stood behind it.Aurelius Ventures.They had money, yes, but more importantly, they had taste. And taste was something you couldn’t fake your way through.The CEO, Laurent Voss, sat at the head of the table, silver hair immaculate, expression unreadable. He’d been younger when we first worked together, sharper at the edges, more reckless.Time had polished him, not dulled him. I respected that. Around him sat his boar
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