The Voss-Apex boardroom smelled of polished walnut, expensive coffee, and the metallic tang of fear.Emma Voss sat at the head of the long table in the oversized black shirt that still barely covered her pregnant belly, the permanent collar glowing like a brand under the recessed lights. Marcus and Ryan flanked her two suits of black, one of them still damp from the shower they’d shared with her at dawn. The merger vote was minutes away. The city watched. The world was about to learn exactly who owned her now.The CEO, Harlan Voss (no relation, but he sure acted like it), slid a tablet across the table.“Gentlemen… ladies. This is the final push. The merger closes at noon if we approve the acquisition. Apex has been bleeding cash for months. One more quarter and the entire empire”Emma cut him off, voice calm and lethal.“I have proof.”She tapped the screen. The board froze.There it was: timestamped security footage from the penthouse, the open-window boardroom orgy, the collar goin
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