The city lights outside Bruce Hill’s office reflected off the glass walls, casting long shadows across the room. Bruce sat at his desk, staring at the blank screen of his laptop, the video still replaying in his mind. Sharon’s words echoed, each syllable cutting deeper than the last.
Bruce (muttering): "Halfway in my pocket, huh? You underestimated me, Sharon."
He leaned back, steepling his fingers as he contemplated his next move. The betrayal stung, but it wasn’t just anger fueling him now,it was determination. If Sharon wanted to use him, she would soon learn she wasn’t the only one with plans.
A knock on his door broke his thoughts. His assistant, Mia, stepped in, her expression cautious.
Mia: "Mr. Hill, Sharon’s here to see you. She said it’s about the quarterly reports."
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