Chapter Twenty

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Sebastian’s POV The notification slices through the 6:47 a.m. haze like a scalpel: Annual Executive Physical – Dr. Harlan, 11:00 a.m. I blink at the screen, coffee halfway to my lips, the mug steaming in the dim glow of my desk lamp. I almost completely forgot. The past month has been a relentless grind—boardroom battles, red-eye revisions, sleepless nights fueled by Macallan and sheer stubbornness. Lancaster Industries is juggling three major launches: green-tech accessories that could redefine the market, a luxury smart-home line with AI integration, and a rebrand that’s either a masterstroke or a billion-dollar disaster. My office is a war zone—takeout boxes piled like sandbags, contracts bleeding red ink, and three monitors glowing with spreadsheets that refuse to balance no matter ho

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