River’s POVI sat at the far end of the long glass table, facing Rowan across the room. The boardroom was filled with quiet tension, the kind that settled deep in your chest.Around us, the other representatives and board members murmured softly, flipping through notes and tapping on tablets. Rowan kept glancing at me, his jaw tight, his eyes sharp with that familiar sternness I once mistook for passion.But I wasn’t afraid of him anymore. Whatever power he once had over me had shattered the day I chose myself. I sat still, my fingers loosely laced together on the table, my back straight, my heart steady.I wasn’t here to crumble. I was here to win.A voice cut through the quiet, pulling me from my thoughts. “Rowan Rune, you have the floor now to present your pitch for us,” the president announced.Rowan stood, smooth and confident, the way he always did when he believed the world belonged to him. He walked to the podium, his designer suit pressed to perfection, the projector lighti
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