The mahogany doors of the Carter Group boardroom didn't just open; they surrendered. Evelyn stepped into the vacuum of stunned silence, her silhouette a sharp, black inkstroke against the sterile, fluorescent glare of the inner sanctum. The scent of ozone and expensive cologne curdled in the air. At the head of the table sat Lucas Carter, his face a grotesque mask of crumbling patriarchism, eyes bulging as he stared at the ghost he thought he had successfully buried under the floorboards of his crumbling empire.Behind her, leaning against the doorframe with the bored elegance of a predator watching a frantic terrarium, was Lucien. He didn't enter the room. He didn't need to. His presence was a psychic leash, taut and vibrating with the frequency of impending ruin. He adjusted the cuff of his charcoal-grey sleeve, the movement so precise it felt like a countdown."Gentlemen," Evelyn began, her voice a scalpel—cold, tempered, and utterly devoid of mercy. "The eulogy for Carter Group ha
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