The sound of designer heels clicking echoed through the dimly lit, marble-clad hallway, the sharp, rhythmic strike against the polished floor being the only thing breaking the heavy, oppressive silence of the hallway. To anyone else, the sound might have been jarring, even threatening, but to Eleanor Kingston, it was a symphony of her own making. It was the sound of a joy that couldn't be experienced with mere words or simple actions—it was the pure, intoxicating vibration of total victory.Eleanor was ecstatic. She was now the CEO of Kingston Group, and words could not express the sheer, bone-deep glee that radiated through her veins. She had waited so long for this moment—almost twenty years of playing second fiddle, of being the "other" Kingston, the older sister who was expected to manage the background while the golden boy, Eric, took the spotlight. She had watched him be handed the keys to the empire while she was given projects that felt like charity work.But now? Now the thro
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