Third person POV
Julian stood still with infuriating calm "History has a way of repeating itself, Viktor. You might hate me, but when your enemies close in, remember who offered his hands first."
Viktor didn't reply. The door slammed behind Julian leaving the room with a heavy silence.
The next morning, headlines confirmed what Julian had hindered Viktor. His stocks had plummeted again. The cruel realisation hit him, his Empire was slipping through his fingers.
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Layla's POV
Back in Europe.
Sunlight streamed across the balcony of my house. Naomi leaned against the railing, sipping coffee as I sat on the couch, sorting through folders.
"So," Naomi began, her eyes twinkling. "Are you finally going to tell me how you are pulling all these off overnight? Is it some magic? I mean, n
