Christine’s POV I stood still, in shock. My heart is pounding, each beat a deafening echo of the BOOM that had shattered my world seconds ago over the phone. I could still hear her saying, “I’m heading home,” and the silence that followed. Suddenly, behind me, the door slammed open, and the furious voices of my family flooded in. My father, Gregory, was the first to speak. “Christine, what the hell was that? You just threw away a half-billion-dollar deal like it was nothing!” I didn’t turn around. My hands moved swiftly, grabbing my phone, my laptop, and the small framed photo of Grandma Eleanor and me from my desk. My fingers trembled as I shoved them into my bag, the BOOM still reverberating in my skull. I needed to get out. “Christine!” My mother, Lilith, snapped, her voice dripping with fury. “Are you even listening? You’ve humiliated us! Whitlock Industries was our ticket to the top, and you just spat in their faces!” Grandfather Frederick’s deep, authoritative voice cut t
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