Kian had never been afraid of playing the game.
From the moment he stepped into this company, he had known that survival meant understanding power, knowing who controlled what, and learning how to bend the rules without breaking them completely.
But now, for the first time, he wondered if he was about to cross a line he couldn't come back from.
And the worst part?
He wasn't even sure if he wanted to.
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The next morning, the office was quiet.
Not the comfortable silence of a well-run machine, but the kind of quiet that meant something was coming.
Kian knew the second he stepped onto the floor that people were watching him differently.
Not with doubt. Not with dismissal.
With expectation.
Because whether he liked it or not, Harlow's fall had created a power vacuum.
And people were waiting to see who would fill it.
He exhaled sharply, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt before heading toward his office.
