Rising From The Ashes
"I'm not going back to who I used to be. I'm going to be better. Smarter. Stronger. And this time, I'm going to build something they can't touch."
Isabel nodded, a subtle sign of agreement. "Then we begin with Langston. He's the weakest link."
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Meanwhile, in the heart of New York, Adrian Sinclair held the far end of a long conference table in the Sinclair Holdings skyscraper. The air was cold, clinical—glass dividers, brushed steel edging, and leather-upholstered chairs that creaked just a little when executives shifted. The boardroom was packed, tension thick.
"We have to do something about these recent leaks to the press," insisted one of the board members, pushing his glasses up onto h
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