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An Enemy From The Past .
Author: Babra
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The glass building loomed like a giant—sleek, mirrored, and proud of its own reflection. Eliot stepped out of the car, adjusting the tie he barely cared about. His eyes scanned the bold letters above the entrance: Roarke Innovations. The name alone made his stomach twist.

He took a breath, squared his shoulders, and walked through the automatic doors.

Inside, everything gleamed—white marble floors, tall indoor plants, polished brass signs. A woman at the reception desk looked up, her smile professional.

“Welcome to Roarke Innovations. Do you have an appointment?”

Eliot nodded. “I’m here to meet Mr. Calven Roarke. I’m an investor from overseas. He’s expecting me.”

She typed something quickly, then nodded. “Please take the elevator to the 25th floor. He’s waiting in the boardroom.”

Eliot stepped into the elevator, his mind buzzing. The system had given him the entry. Everything about today was planned—but he hadn’t planned for the nerves creeping in now.

Keep it together, he told himsel
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