Ch-11
Author: Cupidaris
last update2025-04-02 22:17:49

Mac Hilton felt the blood drain from his face the moment Harper Valente entered the hallway.

She walked in gracefully, like a lioness. She had the air of authority which suddenly made the room feel too small. And right now, she didn't look too pleased.

Her sharp gaze sweeping over the gathered crowd with a look of disapproval and mild annoyance.

Within an instant, all of Mac’s confidence had evaporated.

Because she wasn't just any random executive: she was General Manager Harper Valente– the woman who had been a major driving force behind making Imperium Corp the Empire it was today.

And if she was here, it meant things were going to take a dangerous turn– she was dangerously ruthless and efficient, and expected her employees to maintain the same standards.

Mac swallowed hard, already feeling the sweat gathering at the back of his neck.

Harper’s gaze flicked to him, and he immediately bowed, feeling everyone else turn towards him as well.

“Would someone like to explain why my ha
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