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The Stakeholders Meeting

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The city rushed by the shaded windows while I reclined in my seat, releasing a soft sigh. Another day, another series of conflicts was anticipated at West Corporation. The challenge wasn't running the company, but rather dealing with the underlying power struggles that exhausted me. Gregory, specifically, possessed a skill for sabotaging me at every opportunity.

The vehicle decreased speed as we neared the towering glass structure of West Corporation. It shimmered in the morning light, representing strength, opulence, and heritage. I adjusted my posture, flattening my blouse as the driver held the door open for me.

"Good morning, ma'am," my assistant Stella welcomed me at the doorway, walking alongside me. "The stakeholders have already arrived in the conference room." Mr. Gregory is here too."

"Naturally he is," I whispered quietly, my jaw clenching. I could already foresee the discreet insults and sly comments he would express.

We stepped into the building, and I sensed the usua
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