The First Test
The foundation's main lobby was buzzing with the usual morning activity—staff members rushing between meetings, visitors checking in at the reception desk, the quiet hum of computers and conversations filling the air. It was a scene of organized chaos, the kind of energy that had become the foundation's trademark. Milo stood near the entrance, a cup of coffee in his hand, watching the flow of people. He had been CEO for six months now, and he was still getting used to the weight of the role. The responsibility was immense, the stakes high. But he was determined to honor the legacy his father had built. His phone buzzed. A text from Sasha: *We need to talk. My office. Now.* Milo's heart quickened. Sasha rarely used that tone. Something was wrong. He walked to her office, his steps quick
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