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Wolves in Suits
Author: Storian writer
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The marble corner by the elevators felt icy against Malik’s back, colder than the lobby’s air. He stood frozen, clutching the breakfast carrier like a lifeline. His shoulders were heavy and his eyes were downcast.

Employees swept past, barely noticing him—except for the sharp glances, the quiet laughs, the stares that made his cheeks burn. In his cleaner uniform, Malik felt invisible yet exposed, wishing he could disappear knowing he didn’t belong.

"...heard he tried to barge into the CEO’s meeting..."

"...security had to drag him out of the lobby like trash..."

"...can you believe she married a street sweeper?”

"...Michelle Dwelt would never embarrass her like that..."

Whispers circled Malik, sharp and unkind. He stared straight at the elevator doors to the conference room, gripping the carrier until his knuckles turned white. Each bruise from Vance’s guards pulsed with the sting of gossip, all carefully stirred up by Evelyn.

Malik’s chest tightened as he watched, wishing he c
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