Her kiss,His Downfall
“We need to step back from the press.”
Another added, “Or better yet — you do.”
Damon didn’t flinch.
“You want me to resign?” he asked, voice cold.
“No,” said Marissa Sloan, his oldest board ally. “We want you to disappear long enough for the public to forget.”
“And if I don’t?”
They didn’t answer.
Because they didn’t need to.
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After the meeting, Damon stood in the executive washroom, staring at his reflection.
The man looking back at him wasn’t a king. He was a shell.
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