The glow of my phone screen was the first thing I saw when my eyes flickered open. It was barely 5 a.m., and my bedroom, usually my calm little sanctuary of white sheets and soft morning light, felt like a war zone. Notifications poured in like dominoes toppling - emails, texts, alerts. Then I saw it.The headline sliced through my half-sleep like a blade:CROSS GLOBAL HOLDINGS LAUNCHES HOSTILE TAKEOVER OF GREENSPHERE INNOVATIONS.My company. My life's work.I sat up so quickly the sheets tangled around my legs. My heart thumped hard enough to hurt. There, beside the headline, was a photo of him - Damian Cross. Even on a news site, he managed to look like a poster boy for power: sharp gray eyes, jaw like a sculpture, a hint of a smirk that said he always got what he wanted.And now, apparently, what he wanted was me.Or at least my company.My phone rang. Sofia, my COO, didn't even bother with hello."Elena, you've seen it?""Yes." My voice was steady, but my hand was trembling as I p
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