Step Three was simple: force him to play publicly, personally, and recklessly.Yura stood atop a building overlooking Vale Tower, rain slicking her coat, hair plastered to her face. The wind tugged at her.Below, Anton’s empire was reeling from her previous moves. Board members whispered, employees panicked, and every move he made only increased the chaos she had carefully created.She smiled evily.Inside Vale Tower, Anton paced his office.“She’s playing with fire,” he muttered. “No. I’ll make her pay. I’ll…”Elias interrupted calmly. “Sir, she isn’t playing. She’s executing a strategy and you’re the piece she wants to move first.”Anton’s turned quickly in rag. “Then I’ll strike. I’ll…personally handle this.”“Sir, personal intervention is exactly what she wants. Don’t underestimate her. You’re walking into her trap.” Elias warned calmly.Anton ignored him.Yura’s phone buzzed. A notification from Cassian:Are you ready?She typed back:I’ve been ready. Watch him falter.The first
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