The executive offices of Vaughn Holdings occupied the entire top floor of a gleaming glass tower that overlooked the city like a watchful sentinel. Ordinarily, the atmosphere hummed with effortless precision, every employee moved with quiet efficiency, every meeting began exactly on schedule, and every decision flowed from one office: the expansive corner suite belonging to Isabella Vaughn. This morning, however, something was wrong. The silence felt strained, brittle, as though the entire floor were holding its breath. Even the reception staff spoke in hushed voices, careful not to disturb the woman whose temper had grown increasingly unpredictable since the disaster at the anniversary gala. Isabella stood alone in her office, one hand resting lightly against the polished mahogany desk while the other slowly stirred a cup of untouched coffee. Her posture was rigid, her gaze locked on the security monitor mounted on the wall like a predator studying prey. "Play it again." The s
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