Chapter 40 THE COLLISION BEGINS.

The blinds were half-closed, cutting the sunlight into sharp stripes across the long boardroom table. Ricky Mendez sat at the head, hands folded, posture perfect—but his chest felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. Across from him, Sonia Verma lounged in her chair, calm, composed, untouchable. S...

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