Prologue
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The boardroom on the forty-seventh floor of Voss Tower smelled of polished mahogany and impending ruin.
Elena Reyes stood at the head of the long table, heart hammering, as Damien Voss dismantled her family’s company in under twenty minutes. The self-made billionaire leaned back in his chair like he owned the world—which he now essentially did. His storm-cloud gray eyes swept the room with cold precision.
“Effective immediately,” his deep voice declared, “Reyes Innovations will be fully integrated into Voss Tech. Redundant departments will be streamlined. Non-essential personnel will receive severance within thirty days.”
Elena felt the words like a blow. Her father had built this company from their garage.
She had sacrificed everything to keep it alive after his death. And this man spoke of its destruction as mere procedure.
She stepped forward. “Mr. Voss. You’re making a mistake.”
His gaze snapped to her. “Am I?”
She slid her binder across the table. “Our AI sustainability platform is years ahead. Gutting R&D will cost you more than it saves. These numbers prove it.”
Damien didn’t open the binder. “Passion is admirable, Ms. Reyes. But passion doesn’t survive in my world. Only results do.”
“Then give me sixty days,” she said. “As your advisor. I’ll prove the value of my team. If I can’t, dismantle us.”
The room fell silent. Damien studied her, expression unreadable.
“Sixty days,” he repeated. “Working directly under me. Full cooperation. No interference.”
Elena thought of her team, her family’s legacy, her little sister waiting at home. She nodded.
Damien rose, towering and imposing. “Very well. But understand this: I don’t play nice. And I always get what I want.”
Their eyes locked, the air thick with mutual hostility.
Elena smiled tightly. “So do I, Mr. Voss.”
He strode out without another word.
Elena exhaled shakily. She had just made a deal with the devil.
And she would fight him with everything she had.
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