Maxwell POVThe office was a sanctuary of silence, but it was the kind that threatened to explode. I sat behind my desk, reviewing the numbers flashing across my screen with a practiced efficiency. Each figure confirmed what I already knew: someone was attempting to undermine me.My office door creaked open, and Mark, my right-hand man, stepped inside, his face taut with unease. He placed a folder on the desk.“You were right,” Mark said, his voice low. “The report was filed anonymously, but it’s a strategic hit. If we don’t address this now, it could escalate into a full-blown PR nightmare.”I opened the folder, skimming through the contents. False accusations, doctored financial statements—someone was trying to paint me as a corrupt CEO siphoning funds.“Ethan Liam,” I muttered, venom lacing my words.Mark nodded. “He’s the only one with the resources and motive to pull this off. He’s been circling like a vulture ever since your last acquisition.”I leaned back in my chair, running
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