Ares

The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows of Sterling Tower, casting sharp gold lines across the boardroom table. For the first time in years, the company had felt… steady. Profits were climbing again, new partnerships were blooming, and the family name was no longer a headline for scandal.

I should’ve felt at peace.

But something was off.

“Sir,” Leon, my assistant, said, slipping a folder across the table. “You might want to look at this.”

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