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THE REALIZATION

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Elias found her in the home office at seven in the evening, the room dark except for the pale glow of her laptop screen. She wasn't working on files or reviewing documents. Instead, she stared at a blank email draft, the cursor blinking in the subject line like an accusation.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the slump of her shoulders, the untouched mug of tea on the desk that had probably gone cold hours ago. The meeting with Mark Reynolds had gone well—better than well. The journalist had listened, taken notes, and asked sharp questions. But something had shifted in Sera afterward, and now Elias understood what he was looking at.

"You're writing a resignation letter," he said quietly.

Sera didn't turn around. "I'm considering it."

He crossed the room and turned on the desk lamp, flooding the space with warm light. Sera blinked against it, and he saw the exhaustion in her face, the weight of the day carved into the lines around her eyes.

"Was the board meeting that bad

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The Stand
The conference center on the third floor of Shaw Realty's headquarters could hold four hundred people comfortably. Today, it held three hundred employees who'd abandoned their desks when the emergency town hall was announced an hour ago. They filled the rows of chairs, lined the walls, clustered in the doorways. Some looked worried. Others looked angry. All of them looked uncertain about their futures.Sera stood backstage, listening to the murmur of voices through the curtain. Her hands were steady, but her heart hammered against her ribs. No notes. No prepared remarks. Just her, a microphone, and the truth."You don't have to do this," Elias said beside her. He'd tried three times to talk her out of it. "We can issue a company-wide memo. We can have HR handle the messaging.""HR can't handle this." Sera adjusted the lapel mic the AV tech had fitted her with. "They need to hear it from me. They need to see my face when I tell them what's really happening.""If you go out there and it
THE REALIZATION
Elias found her in the home office at seven in the evening, the room dark except for the pale glow of her laptop screen. She wasn't working on files or reviewing documents. Instead, she stared at a blank email draft, the cursor blinking in the subject line like an accusation.He stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the slump of her shoulders, the untouched mug of tea on the desk that had probably gone cold hours ago. The meeting with Mark Reynolds had gone well—better than well. The journalist had listened, taken notes, and asked sharp questions. But something had shifted in Sera afterward, and now Elias understood what he was looking at."You're writing a resignation letter," he said quietly.Sera didn't turn around. "I'm considering it."He crossed the room and turned on the desk lamp, flooding the space with warm light. Sera blinked against it, and he saw the exhaustion in her face, the weight of the day carved into the lines around her eyes."Was the board meeting that bad
THE NEWS
The article hit the business section of the City Herald at 6:32 in the morning. Sera saw it before Elias did, her phone lighting up with notifications from colleagues and contacts. The headline made her stomach drop:"Shaw Realty CEO Promotes Wife to Senior Role Amid Financial Crisis—Nepotism or Desperation?"She was still staring at the screen when Elias emerged from the bathroom, already dressed for work. One look at her face and he froze."What happened?"Wordlessly, she handed him the phone.His expression darkened as he read, his jaw working silently. The article was brutal in its implications without making any directly actionable claims. It noted that Sera Vance had been promoted to Senior Financial Analyst three months ago—right as Shaw Realty's troubles began intensifying. It quoted anonymous "industry insiders" suggesting the move showed poor judgment. It mentioned her lack of traditional real estate background, her relatively short tenure at the company, and her salary incr
THE THREAT
Elias's phone rang at 11:47 PM, the shrill sound cutting through the quiet of their bedroom. Sera jerked awake beside him, her heart already racing as she watched him reach for the device. The number on the screen was unknown, but something in Elias's expression as he answered told her exactly who it was."Dorian," Elias said, his voice flat as he sat up.Sera threw back the covers and moved to his side, close enough to hear the voice on the other end—cold, controlled, and venomous."You think you're clever, don't you?" Dorian asked. "Sending your wife to poison my investors against me. Did you really believe I wouldn't find out?""I don't know what you're talking about." Elias's jaw was tight, his free hand clenching the sheets."Don't insult me. Sera Vance met with Richard Grandview this afternoon. Fed him some touching story about transition terms, then ambushed him with accusations and ancient history." Dorian's laugh was sharp and humorless. "I have to admit, it was bold. Stupid
THE DECEPTION
The restaurant Sera had chosen was deliberately neutral—upscale enough to signal serious business, but not so exclusive that it would raise Dorian's suspicions if word got back to him. She arrived twenty minutes early, positioning herself at a corner table with a clear view of the entrance. Her hands were steady as she reviewed her notes, but her pulse hammered in her throat.Richard Grandview arrived precisely on time, his silver hair immaculate, his tailored suit projecting the kind of confidence that came with managing billions. He spotted her immediately and crossed the dining room with the measured stride of someone who was perpetually evaluating whether his time was being wasted."Mrs Vance," he said, extending his hand. "Your call yesterday was... intriguing.""Mr. Grandview. Thank you for meeting with me." Sera gestured to the seat across from her. "I know your time is valuable.""You mentioned transition terms for Shaw Realty." He settled into his chair, declining the menu th
The long night
The glow of the laptop screen had become Sera's entire world. The clock in the corner of her screen read 2:47 AM, but time had lost its meaning hours ago. There was only the presentation, the endless stream of data that needed to be shaped into something compelling, irrefutable, devastating.She rubbed her eyes, as she was beginning to feel exhausted, before returning to the slide on her screen. The financial projections looked solid, but were they persuasive enough? Would the investors see what she saw—the pattern of sabotage hidden beneath what looked like legitimate business competition?Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, doubt creeping in like cold water. Shaw Realty was failing, and this presentation was her attempt to prove it wasn't Elias's fault. That every setback, every lost deal, every mysterious problem that had plagued them for the past eight months could be traced back to one man: Dorian Blackwell.The sound of footsteps in the hallway made her tense, then relaxed. O

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