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Charlotte could barely contain her anger. She forced herself to remain seated, lest she give in to the violent rage and tear out the eyes of the eight men standing, well, one was cowering, in front of her. The seriousness of their behavior could not be dealt with in the Conference Room, thus she’d had them brought to the seldom-used Throne Room. This chamber was three times the size of the Conference Room and was empty except for the throne upon which Charlotte sat, which was placed in the center of the raised dais. There were three steps made of the rarest marble she’d have to descend, and then thirty meters to walk before she’d be able to physically harm one of them. Her straight-backed, seated form was backlit by wall sconces on either side of her chair. The lights in the vast area
