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The CEO fired me live on stream while 50,000 people watched, telling me to clear my desk in thirty minutes and warning that anything left behind would become company property, as if every product launch, client save, crisis fix, and idea he had claimed as his own had always belonged to him. Everyone waited for me to break, but I only placed my badge on the desk, wished the company success, and left with one small box in the rain. That night, while Preston begged for a private breakfast to fix his very public mistake, the chairman called from Singapore after seeing the shareholder registry—and by the time the emergency board meeting began, Preston’s face had already gone white…

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a smile. “I’ve been instructed to help you settle in.”

As the elevator climbed, Jules leaned closer.

“Everyone’s talking,” she whispered. “The livestream. Then Preston clearing out his office this morning. People are calling it the silent coup.”

The elevator doors opened.

Preston stood there holding a cardboard box.

Inside were framed photos, a leather continue reading …

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