The Sterling Industries boardroom had never felt so suffocating.Twenty-four people sat around the mahogany table—board members, lawyers, witnesses. Gregory Winters at one end, smug and confident. Calloway at the other, the bundle of letters sitting in front of him like a loaded weapon.I stood against the back wall with Marcus, who'd been released from the hospital two days ago against doctor's orders. He leaned heavily on a cane, his face still pale, but he'd refused to miss this."We wouldn't have made it this far without you," I'd told him in the car."Then let's finish it," he'd replied.Now, watching Calloway prepare to present his father's letters, I felt my heart hammering against my ribs. This was it. The moment that would decide everything.Edward Chen, Calloway's lead attorney, stood. "Ladies and gentlemen of the board, we've called this emergency session to address Mr. Gregory Winters' claim to Sterling Industries based on biological paterni
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