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The boardroom, once a theater of arrogance for the old guard, had been transformed into a silent gallows by the simple chime of a dozen smartphones. Chloe Bishop sat perfectly still, her hands resting on the edge of the table, watching the predators become the prey.

Chloe tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking onto the eldest man in the room, Reginald Thorne. Her voice was smooth