The Billionaire She Rejected.
A few shifted in their chairs, the logic tugging at their certainty.
Murmurs rippled, but I didn’t let them gather strength. My gaze stayed steady, daring anyone to look away. "We are not enemies in this room," I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt. "If we start tearing each other apart, then the real traitor has already won. What we need is focus. Discipline. And above all, unity. Because the moment we start chasing shadows instead of facts, we’re finished."
I let the silence stretch, the weight of my words pressing down. Then, softer but cutting no less, I added, "So ask yourself, do you want to be the person who feeds their victory, or the one who stops it?"
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