At the Asher Group's press conference venue, a sharp-dressed Sebastian stood on the podium, checking the PowerPoint one last time.
As he scrolled through the slides, Helena's face suddenly popped into his mind—her teary eyes asking him to cancel the conference.
That familiar panic crept up again. Sebastian slammed the laptop shut, unable to bear looking at it any longer.
In less than thirty minutes, the plan he'd spent three years plotting would finally come to fruition.
But for some reason, he felt no joy—only an empty, uneasy feeling in his chest.
A hand clapped him on the shoulder.
He turned around to find a few of his friends—they knew about his plan and had come to witness this "historic moment."
They chatted and laughed, joking about the chaos that would soon unfold.
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