Chapter 28 CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Damian’s POV

The boardroom was silent except for the sound of my fist slamming onto polished mahogany.

“Do it again,” I snapped at the CFO, papers scattering as he fumbled with the quarterly projections. “You think excuses save empires? Numbers do. Fix them. Today.”

A bead of sweat rolled down his...

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