Night fell over London, accompanied by a light rain that washed against the crystal panes of the Vance Global headquarters. On the top floor, in the very office where my father once built his dreams, I stood watching the city lights flicker below. Adrian’s accounts were frozen, his access to classified data severed, and his influence over the board was trembling like a house of cards in the wind. But I knew this wouldn't be the end of it. Adrian was a snake; he would crawl through any gutter to reclaim his throne. The heavy double doors groaned open. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The scent of sandalwood, expensive tobacco, and that suffocating aura of dominance belonged to only one man. Alistair Blackwood strode in. He had discarded his blazer, leaving only a black shirt that strained against his powerful frame. He walked straight to the private bar in the corner, pouring two glasses of whiskey in silence. "You won the first battle today, Elara," his voice was l
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