The Corporate Takeover
The air in the 60th-floor boardroom of Marcus Thorne's empire was filtered, chilled, and devoid of any human warmth. Sarah sat at the far end of the obsidian table, her face a mask of professional indifference. Across from her, Marcus looked every bit the predator—sharp suit, sharper eyes, and a smile that never reached his pupils. "The terms are generous, Sarah," Marcus said, sliding a leather...
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