MarcusI trashed my office, sweeping everything off the desk in one violent motion, papers scattering, a glass shattering against the wall. Dakota rushed in moments later, hands raised, trying to calm me before I destroyed something that actually mattered."Marcus, stop. Breathe.""I was this close," I snarled, holding my thumb and finger a hair apart. "This close to the empire. Years of positioning, years of waiting for Drent to slip up, and now his little girlfriend struts in and plants herself directly in my path like she has any right to be there.""She's a distraction," Dakota said carefully, stepping closer. "Nothing more. Don't let her rattle you.""She's already rattled me," I spat, dragging a hand down my face. "She stood in that boardroom and challenged me in front of everyone. Do you understand what that does to my position? I look weak.""Then don't panic," Dakota said, her voice steadying into something colder, more calculated. "We look for a way to take her out. Quietly.
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