(Damon's POV)The dining hall glowed like a shrine to excess.Crystal chandeliers threw fractured light across a long mahogany table, glinting off wine glasses and the polished watches of the men gathered around it. Laughter rose and fell like an unholy hymn, rich and hollow, while waiters moved silently in the background, refilling glasses, clearing plates, pretending not to hear what was being said.I sat at the head of the table, my posture perfect, my expression unreadable.I had played this part countless times — the composed CEO, the man of restraint and intellect, the one everyone looked to when the room started to tilt into chaos.But tonight, the act felt heavier than usual.“Reeves,” said Corbin Shaw, a thickset man with a politician’s grin and a predator’s eyes. “About the production delay in the North plant. I’ve been thinking. Why don’t we outsource the quality inspection team? It will cut labor costs and speed things up. Everyone wins.”I leaned back in my chair, swirlin
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