CLARA'S POV The icy air of the private server room did not compare to the sudden shock that paralyzed my veins. The bright green code of Project Acer glowed on the monitor, casting long, fractured shadows across Ares’s sharp face. My father’s encrypted digital signature stared back at me, an absolute proof of betrayal. "A partnership," I whispered. My voice was stripped of all volume, sounding small against the constant, robotic hum of the server racks. I turned slowly within his tight grip, my back pressing hard against the cold edge of the master terminal. "My father did not lose his company to a rival. He handed it to you. You were partners." Ares did not flinch. His hand remained firmly planted on the metal console right beside my hip, pinning me into the narrow space between his body and the machine. His eyes were like polished flint, absorbing the full weight of my realization without a single hint of remorse. "Edward Sterling was a visionary, Clara," Ares murmured. His
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