ROMAN'S POV It didn’t take long before I heard a small, deliberate knock on the door. I didn’t even need to look, I already knew who it was. “Come in,” I said immediately, my tone sharp yet composed. The heavy wooden doors swung open, and in walked the manager. She was dressed as neatly as ever — a fitted skirt, her hair pinned tight at the back, and a hint of perfume that carried professionalism more than charm. She approached my desk with measured steps, then gave a small bow before speaking. “Sir, you asked to see me,” she said, her tone careful, cautious. “Yes, I did,” I said then I reached for the pen lying across my desk. I began to roll it slowly between my fingers — a habit that helped me think, and also one that tended to make people nervous when they were standing across from me. “I’m sure you’ve heard what’s going on at Black Corporation.” Her lips twitched into a small smile she didn’t bother to hide. “Yes, sir. Everyone has heard the news.” Of course, she had. Of co
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