The higher Sarah climbed, the colder everything became. The world of Transcorp Technologies no longer felt like a company — it felt like an empire, and she was its queen, sitting at the center of a glass palace surrounded by eyes that watched her every move.
Every decision she made now rippled through thousands of employees across continents. Every signature carried the weight of families, investments, and futures.
On paper, she was thriving. Profits soared, global partnerships doubled, and Transcorp’s market reputation had never looked better.
The media called her “The Steel Rose of Business” — calm, beautiful, unshakable. But behind the glossy covers and praise, the tension within the boardroom had started to build.
It began subtly. Short, tight smiles at meetings. Whispers that pa
