The silence inside the boardroom grows unbearable. The voting consoles glow softly in front of each board member, small screens displaying the same two options. Approve. Remove. Two simple words. Yet they carry the power to destroy an empire. Across the table, Leonardo Castillo watches the room with the calm patience of someone who has orchestrated moments like this before. His posture is perfect, his expression unreadable, but I can feel the weight of his expectation pressing down on everyone. “Please cast your votes,” he says evenly. One by one, the board members reach forward. A finger touches a screen. Another. Another. The system registers each vote silently. A small indicator light changes from white to blue. Marcus Dela Torre sits back in his chair, arms crossed. His gaze moves from screen to screen, calculating, measuring. He looks like a man who already knows the outcome but is waiting to see how the pieces fall. Adrian remains completely still beside me. His hand
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