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poken, every glance from Mr. Hauser, and the mysterious text that had sent a chill down her spine. She w

ructures of Colson Enterprises. Alexis slipped inside, the familiar scent of p

ssistant, Sarah, entered with

oday, right?" Sarah asked, gl

ll on the cryptic message. "Yes, but I d

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nds. Dominic Colson doesn't care about charity. He cares about power,

n eyebrow. "Wh

fingers gripped the edge of her desk as she stared out the window, the city's skyline in the distance.

exis's shoulder. "You're stronger than

er a tight sm

ves and resolve as she stepped off the elevator and into the sleek lobby. This time, she wasn't alone. Sarah

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conference room, Alex

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c Colson, standing like a shadow at the head of the table, watching her with those unread

s Bennett," he said, his voice co

to prepare for you. You think you know how

understand. I'm not here to judge you, Miss Benne

is was the moment where everything wou

e said, her voice steady desp

her knowledge, her resolve, her willingness to bend. But Alexis stood firm. She knew that every

oving toward the window, his back to her. The

ing back toward her. "But I've seen enough to k

ned. "I never

at. He slid it across to her. "Take this. It's the next step. If you can handle it, you

his eyes on her, waiting for her reaction. Was this another test?

ontents. Her stomach dropped. Inside

t was a business deal that linked Colso

ed. But then, her eyes fell on the fine print.

ses that demanded complete control over the charity's finances, the board

rough her thoughts, cold and final. "Sign the deal, or wa

is

h stepped in, her eyes wide as she

is, d

ped when she saw the

iet amusement. "You're at a crossroads, Miss

ced. This wasn't just about money or power. This was about integrity.

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