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44: Blacklisted

Author: Tarina
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[Deric]

"What do you mean you're canceling the deal? This is unacceptable, I–hello? Hello?!"

"Fuck!" I snap, slamming my fist against the polished oak conference table, the sharp sound reverberating across the room.

The board of directors seated across from me flinch, their faces pale and tense.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" My breathing quickens, chest tightening. "We're losing everything! How did this happen?" My voice cracks with desperation.

"W-we have no clue," one of the men stammers, beads of sweat gathering at his temple. "It's as if we're intentionally being blacklisted by some force."

His words send a chill down my spine. Blacklisted? By who? Why now?

"What does that even mean?" I respond sharply, my voice cutting through the stifling air. "This issue isn't confined to San Diego—our suppliers and recruits are terminating contracts across the entire state of California!"

How is it possible that no one wants to work with Ames Finances? The company I built with blood, swe
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