A Testament
Milo stood at the entrance, watching the last few employees file out for the evening. The building was modern, sleek, a testament to the work they had done. But tonight, it felt different—heavier, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. He had been CEO for nearly a year now, and the weight of the role had settled on his shoulders like a familiar burden. He had grown into the position, his confidence building with each passing day. But there were moments, like this one, when the enormity of what he had inherited pressed down on him. His phone buzzed. A text from Sasha: *I need you to see something. My office. Now.* Milo's heart quickened. Sasha rarely used that tone. Something was wrong. He walked to her office, his steps quick, his mind racing. Sasha was waiting, her face
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