CHAPTER 41 — Pressure Points The phone vibrated again. Jasmine didn’t open the message this time. She stared at the screen for a long second, then did exactly what instinct—and survival—told her to do. Screenshot. The shutter sound felt louder than it should have. Then she deleted the message. Cleared the chat. Blocked the number. Clean. Controlled. If someone was trying to scare her out of this world, she wasn’t giving them the satisfaction of panic. She placed the phone face down on her desk and exhaled slowly. This is how they play, she thought. And this time, I’m paying attention. ******** Alex stepped into the boardroom, the polished floors reflecting his calm, controlled stride. The directors were already seated, tablets open, eyes sharp, suits immaculate. At the far end of the table, a massive screen flickered to life. His grandfather appeared, larger than life, stern and silver-haired, every inch the patriarch whose word carried centuries of authority. “Alexa
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