THE NAME ON THE DOOR
Author: PRESTIGEEE
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CHAPTER 167— THE NAME ON THE DOOR

Diana had learned to recognize power by sound.

It wasn’t something business school taught, nor a lesson inherited from her father’s endless monologues on leverage and strategy. This knowledge came from experience—from standing in rooms where she had to earn her place twice over. Power announced itself long before it spoke. It moved ahead of people like a current, bending the atmosphere to its will.

It was in the sudden hush when she entered a room. The way heels faltered mid-step, conversations died halfway through a sentence, laughter retreated into tight smiles. It was in the recalibration—voices lowering, spines straightening, assistants moving faster as if time itself had accelerated. Phones silenced too quickly. Chairs pulled back too sharply. Respect disguised as efficiency.

This morning, the boardroom at Verdict Crown sounded exactly right.

The tension hummed, subtle but unmistakable, confirming her presence without ceremony. Diana crossed the
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