The Final Goodbye
The pen slipped from his fingers and rolled across the desk, stopping near his elbow.
Mia bit her lower lip, watching the color drain slightly from his face.
“Who confirmed this?” Alex asked in a low, firm tone.
“Mr. Gideon from the finance team, sir. He verified it before lunch.”
Alex stood up suddenly, the chair sliding backward and hitting the wall with a soft thud. He walked around the table, his hands in his pockets, pacing slowly.
His mind was spinning, but his face gave away nothing but cold control.
“Alright,” he said finally, voice low. “You can go now, Mia.”
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