CHAPTER 48

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ALEX

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Sophie slammed the door so hard the windows trembled in their frames. An exasperated sigh escaped my throat as I craned my neck, casting my gaze on the ceiling. I dropped to the vinyl chair, one leg bent while the other stretched out beneath the desk.

A throb shot through my head, but I didn’t massage it. There was no use; it only soothes it for some time, but as long as the cause was still there, it would never go away—so I felt the pain. As long as there was Mia in my life, this pain wasn’t going away.

A knock came before the door opened. My P.A. walked in, holding the file requested. “Sir,” he handed it.

It was the compilation of the company’s business transactions, management reports, and other business analysis documents during Damien’s father's tenure to my father’s. If I were to have the seat of the chairman of the board of directors, there were mistakes I had to avoid and strategies I needed to apply.

Flipping through the pages, it felt thinner than