Chapter 12
Author: God Of War
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The glass tower of Skydome Pharmaceuticals glimmered under the late afternoon sun, but inside, the atmosphere was anything but bright. The boardroom—usually alive with chatter, confidence, and coffee fumes—now echoed with unease. A leaked contract had hit the internet that morning, and within hours, rumors spread like wildfire:

Carl Donovan, head of a rival biotech firm, was allegedly preparing a takeover.

Worse—someone had leaked internal formulas for Skydome’s latest medical line, Project Helix.

The board members sat stiffly, exchanging glances over untouched files. The tension was thick enough to slice.

“Who the hell leaked this?” barked Mr. Collins, the company’s head of operations. Sweat beaded his forehead despite the air-conditioning. “The media’s already questioning our integrity! If this continues, our shares will tank by midnight!”

Linda, usually calm and composed, stood near the glass window, phone in hand. “Quiet down,” she snapped, though her voice trembled slightly. “I’v
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