The boardroom, once a theater of arrogance for the old guard, had been transformed into a silent gallows by the simple chime of a dozen smartphones. Chloe Bishop sat perfectly still, her hands resting on the edge of the table, watching the predators become the prey.Chloe tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking onto the eldest man in the room, Reginald Thorne. Her voice was smooth, carrying the deceptive warmth of a summer breeze before a storm. "You’ve always been a man of principles, haven't you, Uncle Reginald? You wouldn't let a small disagreement over authority cloud your judgment of what's right... would you?"Reginald Thorne, the HR Manager who had built his career on intimidation and the exploitation of the Bishop family’s kindness, let out a heavy, disdainful grunt. He opened his mouth, ready to unleash a verbal torrent that would put the "headstrong girl" in her place once and for all.But before the first syllable could escape his lips, his phone, resting face-up on the
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