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Author: YEMII WRIITES
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The boardroom slowly settled into a new stillness, papers being shuffled, tablets powered off, and half-empty glasses of sparkling water left behind as the introduction meeting neared its end.

Schwarzenger turned his attention to the entire table, his voice composed but authoritative. “Are there any other issues on the ground we need to address before we wrap up?” he asked, gaze sweeping across the twelve high-ranking individuals.

Heads subtly shook from side to side. “No, sir,” Rothschild Sr. replied first, followed by quiet murmurs of agreement from the others.

Schwarzenger gave a small nod of satisfaction. “Very well then,” he said, rising from the seat with his usual calm grace. “You’re all dismissed. Kindly proceed to the bottom floor. My son would like to address the press and well-wishers from the boardroom balcony.”

Chairs scraped gently against the tiled floor as the general managers began filing out, one after another, each offering a polite nod or bow in Elijah’s direction
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    Elijah leaned lazily against the polished mahogany counter, phone in hand as his thumbs glided across the glowing screen. The salesgirl’s cheap vanilla perfume tried to mask the exhaustion that clung faintly to the air while his detached reflection shimmered in the glass countertop. The double glass doors separating the waiting room and the main boutique parted, and Bartholomew strode in with measured confidence. Behind him, two guards pushed chrome trolleys piled high with garment bags and boxes, the branded luxury logos shouting money. "My lord," Bartholomew’s proud tone carried caution as he halted a few feet away. "Do you love these… or should we pick other ones?" Elijah slid his phone into his inner pocket and turned, his icing gaze flying to the trolleys. "Hmmm. I can’t come all the way from San Dicevey to the capital just for scraps. The most important thing is Naomi. Did you get a gown? Exactly her size and beautiful enough for her that she will love?" Bartholomew’

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    Elijah leaned lazily against the polished mahogany counter, phone in hand as his thumbs glided across the glowing screen. The salesgirl’s cheap vanilla perfume tried to mask the exhaustion that clung faintly to the air while his detached reflection shimmered in the glass countertop. The double glass doors separating the waiting room and the main boutique parted, and Bartholomew strode in with measured confidence. Behind him, two guards pushed chrome trolleys piled high with garment bags and boxes, the branded luxury logos shouting money. "My lord," Bartholomew’s proud tone carried caution as he halted a few feet away. "Do you love these… or should we pick other ones?" Elijah slid his phone into his inner pocket and turned, his icing gaze flying to the trolleys. "Hmmm. I can’t come all the way from San Dicevey to the capital just for scraps. The most

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