~ Damon ~
Both Ava and Marcus stared at me with identical expressions of disbelief.
"Don't look so shocked." I laughed. "I've been playing the long game for years, cultivating the perfect image—tech billionaire, rival CEO, nothing more than a sharp mind with sharper ambition. It's time to use that reputation."
I tapped a command into my desk interface. "Miranda, arrange a meeting with the Foundation Board for this afternoon. And send flowers to Ms. Elara Winters—the address is in the system."
"Yes, Mr. Marx," my AI assistant responded. "Any particular type of flowers?"
I smiled, thinking of the message it would send. "White lilies. With silver ribbon."
After Miranda confirmed the order, I turned back to my team. "Ava, I want a minimally invasive extraction protocol developed. When we
