Clara’s POVI walked through the space slowly, letting my fingers brush over the edges of the sculptures, the frames of the paintings. Each piece held hours of thought, of struggle, of quiet moments when I questioned whether it was worth the effort. Now, standing among them, I realized that the fight hadn’t been just about Marcus, or the headlines, or even Adrian. It had been about claiming the right to create, to live, to make choices without fear.“Clara?”I turned to see Sophia standing at the entrance, a coffee in each hand. Her smile was soft, but her eyes were sharp as always.“You’ve got that look,” she said, handing me a cup. “Like you’re about to collapse from relief or explode from adrenaline. Hard to tell which.”I accepted the coffee, taking a slow sip. “Maybe both,” I admitted. “It’s been… intense.”Sophia stepped closer, lowering her voice. “The board confirmed Adrian’s moves this morning. Everything’s official. Marcus Hale has no leverage anymore. No one can touch him.”
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