(Sebastian’s POV)I stood at the head of the table, sleeves rolled, tie loosened, watching the live feed from Lang Holdings’ headquarters on the wall screen. No sound, just the silent pantomime of destruction. Victor’s board members were gathered around a long oak table, faces pale under fluorescent light. One by one they spoke. Gestured. Shook heads. Victor sat at the far end, still in yesterday’s suit, hair disheveled, jaw clenched like he could bite through steel.Flora Vasquez sat to my left, laptop open, refreshing the stock ticker every thirty seconds. Her fingers moved with mechanical precision, eyes never leaving the numbers.Marcus Hale to my right, arms crossed, shark smile barely contained, already drafting the press release we’d never need to send.Darius Cole stood by the door, silent as always, arms folded, eyes never leaving the screen, tracking every micro-expression on Victor’s face like a sniper sighting a target.The vote began at 10:14 a.m.One hand rose. Then anot
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