The atmosphere in the private auditorium was thick enough to be tasted—a metal alloy of anticipation, skepticism, and ozone from a hundred charging devices. The financial press had convened, summoned by a terse, last-minute press release from Brian Energy promising a "statement regarding the future of the company." They were expecting capitulation. A grave Davidson Ekon, perhaps with a wan Joe Brian at his side, to present a strategic review or, God forbid, a proposal to consider Victor Brandt's tender offer. They expected the final, whining act of the Scandalous Heir.What they got was a king.Davidson walked onto the bare stage alone. There was no podium, no teleprompter, no shield. He wore a dark, impeccably tailored suit, but it was his posture that commanded the room. He stood tall, shoulders back, head high. The fatigue and stress of these past few months were still drawn in the faint lines under his eyes, but now they were framed on a face of such profound, unshakeable convicti
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