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Chapter one hundred and thirty five
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The morning sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Hayes Telecom’s boardroom. Today was not just another board meeting—it was the culmination of months of maneuvering, strategy, and patient endurance. Today, he would claim what was rightfully his.

Cassandra, standing just behind him, exuded calm confidence, her tablet clutched firmly in her hands. Nathan felt the familiar comfort of her presence, the silent reassurance that, no matter how heated the battle became, she would be there to anchor him. He drew a slow breath, feeling the weight of his 51% stake in the company—the majority that no amount of charm, coercion, or falsehood could deny him. The power it represented was immense, but more than that, it was a symbol of recognition: Mr. Hayes’ acknowledgment of his biological son.

“Shall we begin?” Nathan’s voice cut through the room like a knife, precise, commanding. The murmurs subsided, replaced by a tense silence that only heightened the anticipation. Across the tabl
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