Chapter 30
Author: Zibah
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Chapter 30 – Masks in the Boardroom

The boardroom no longer felt like a place of business. It felt like a stage.

Damian paused at the entrance, his hand resting against the tall glass door, his reflection fractured across its pane. The room beyond was silent, sterile—yet humming with a tension that reached him even before he crossed the threshold.

Every seat around the obsidian conference table was occupied. Twenty-four directors. Twenty-four shadows.

And every single one of them wore the same face.

Masks.

Not masks in the theatrical sense. These were state-of-the-art biometric cloaks: sleek, silver-gray veneers molded to featureless perfection. They reflected the overhead lights in cold glints, turning human beings into mannequins. No skin. No eyes. No tells. Only silence, only blankness.

Damian’s chest tightened. He had expected resistance, even betrayal. He had prepared to call out the clones among them, to show Lucian’s infiltration. But this? This was worse. Masks erased truth it
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