The room was deathly silent, with only the faint scratch of my fountain pen on heavy parchment and the irregular hiss of the fireplace breaking the quiet.Six hours had passed, perhaps more.Time blurred amid the cold, calculated task of mapping out the skeletal structure of the Eclipse Star.Spread before me were deeds to real estate in human cities, share certificates for offshore logging firms, diversified portfolios I’d carefully assembled over the years. Every asset, every subsidiary, every brick, meticulously accounted for. Because if I was going to tear down the Alpha authority, I needed to know which stones to keep and which to crush.The sudden, unannounced swing of the heavy oak doors shattered the silence.I didn’t look up, I knew who it was.Vance.His scent, cedar, rain, and that underlying musk, preceded him like a brewing storm. He entered with confident steps as if trying to project authority even as his insides churned.“You’ve been in here all day,” he said rough wit
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