“You’ve got 48 hours, Tyler.”
Tyler glanced at the screen, his fingers tightening on his phone. The text from Deracorp wasn’t simply a threat.. it was a deadline.. one that twists his heart.
He felt the room shrink around him as the weight of the words sank in.
"Forty-eight hours," he mumbled, pacing his office. “How the hell am I supposed to fix this in forty-eight hours?”
Caleb looked up from his notes, his attitude tight. “We’ve got to act fast. We need everyone focused, no distractions.”
Tyler nodded, still feeling the sound of the deadline echoing in his head. “Get the executives in the boardroom. Now.”
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Minutes later, Tyler stood at the head of the meeting table, his gaze scanning the faces of his peers.
Melanie sat to his left, her stance relaxed, a folder in fron
