DAMIAN The boardroom was bathed in the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, the kind that left no corner unobserved and no detail unnoticed. The table stretched like a battlefield, polished mahogany reflecting the tension that hung over every chair. Board members sat like generals preparing for war, their fingers drumming, papers rustling, eyes sharp as hawks. And in the middle of it all, I sat, suit pressed, tie straight, eyes fixed, a calm mask hiding the storm underneath.The meeting was meant to be about the reconstruction of Vale Global Security after the recent leaks and data breaches—assessing losses, managing investor confidence, and restoring public trust. But it was never that simple. Every agenda item had a hidden layer, every suggestion carried an unspoken threat, and every glance at me was a silent test of loyalty—or an attempt at manipulation.“Damian,” Chairman Prescott began, his voice gravelly from years of overseeing operations with iron precision, “we need concrete
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