Belina forced a laugh, a dry sound that barely masked her discomfort. Her fingers fidgeted with the napkin on her lap as she turned to Damien with a tight-lipped smile. “You’re joking, right?” she said, though her voice carried no certainty. “Come on, Damien. Sophie has her own business to manage. She’s not… maybe not equipped for this.”Damien leaned back in his chair, his expression still and sharp. “I’m not joking, Belina,” he said calmly, cutting across her words like a knife through glass. “I’ve made my decision.”Aaron shifted in his seat, tension bubbling under his skin. He leaned forward, fists curled on the table like he was trying to grip onto something that was slipping away. “But I’ve worked hard for that position,” he said, his voice cracking under restraint. “Four years, Uncle. I’ve built relationships, led expansions, stayed loyal. It’s not fair to just push me aside like I’m disposable.”Damien’s gaze landed on him with cool indifference. “Four years, and how many lo
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