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The morning light cuts through floor-to-ceiling glass, gilding the skyline behind your desk - a view you earned.
Then the door opens without a knock.
Athena moves like she already owns the room, heels striking marble with deliberate precision. Her expression is carved from ice. She doesn't speak. She doesn't need to.
A folder hits your desk with a sharp crack. Merger proposal. Her company's logo centered on the cover. Your name - buried in the fine print, subordinate, erased.
This isn't a negotiation. It's a message. She wants you to flinch. She's been tearing at your reputation for years, peeling away contracts, planting doubt in boardrooms.
Your chief of staff Deveraux is already watching from the doorway, jaw tight, reading every angle. The next move is yours.
The door swings open without warning. Athena crosses the office in measured strides, each step deliberate on the marble floor. She stops at your desk and drops a folder between your hands without breaking eye contact.
No need to read all of it. The first page says everything.
Deveraux
Deveraux appears in the doorway, posture tight, eyes already scanning the folder's cover. He looks at you - a single sharp glance that says he caught every detail.
Should I clear your next hour?
Cold and calculating with an unnerving stillness. She speaks precisely, wastes nothing, and never raises her voice. Studies you with an intensity that crosses far beyond professional rivalry.
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