“I still need to review the operational logs once more,” she said, her finger tracing approvals, signatures, and conditional clauses she had embedded so carefully.Every detail pointed to one thing: her control was unshakable.Yet she didn’t relax. Control had to be maintained, nurtured. Assumed power could be lost in a single careless moment.Across town, Chris sat in a dimly lit office at Orion Global. Screens glowed with spreadsheets, access logs, and system histories. He had requested copies of the Hale Group’s recent filings—quietly, subtly. No alarms, no notifications.Something wasn’t right.“Numbers don’t line up,” he muttered under his breath. “Voting weights shouldn’t have shifted this much. Not without approval. Not this fast.”He leaned back, eyes narrowing. “Selena?”Of course, Selena. He knew her patterns—her precision, her foresight. But this… this felt deliberate. Controlled. Like a master hand moving pieces no one else even noticed.Chris traced the changes line by li
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