The silence shattered almost instantly. Damian forced out a strained laugh, desperately trying to regain control of the situation.t
The silence shattered almost instantly.
Damian forced out a strained laugh, desperately trying to regain control of the situation.
"This is ridiculous," he scoffed. "She's nothing but—"
His words caught in his throat.
The executive standing beside Elena slowly turned to face him.
"Nothing but what?" he asked calmly.
Then he opened a black leather folder.
The first page drained every trace of color from Damian's face.
Elena Voss.
Founder. Majority Shareholder.
Voss Global Holdings.
Every contract Damian had signed.
Every acquisition he had celebrated.
Every company that had financed his rise.
Every single one traced back to businesses under her control.
Veronica took a step back, clutching her handbag so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"No... that's impossible," she whispered. "She's just a—"
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"A what?" Elena interrupted.
Her voice wasn't raised.
