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The door shut.
The silence returned—but it didn’t feel calm now.
It felt charged.
I pushed the covers off. White-hot pain tore through my incision. I clenched my jaw.
“Not today,” I hissed. “You don’t get to break today.”
I grabbed the bedside phone and dialed a number no nurse could give you—one that routed straight into a secure system beneath Vance Global Tower.
“This is Anna Vance,” I said, voice like steel. “Authorization: Valkyrie-One-Zero.”
A low voice answered. “Voiceprint verified. Good morning, Madam Chair. We didn’t expect your call.”
“Change of plan,” I said. “Trigger the Leadership Transition Protocol. Is legal standing by?”
Jameson—Head of Security. My father’s old guard. The man who always knew Mark was pretending.
“Effective now,” I ordered. “Mark Miller is hostile. Cut his digital access. Lock him out of servers. Freeze all corporate accounts tied to his signature. And get a wheelchair ready. I’m coming in.”
“Ma’am, you’ve just had surgery—”
“I said I’m coming,” I cut in. “Bring the car. Bring my suit. We have an empire to stabilize.”
CHAPTER 4: THE KING’S ILLUSION
The following morning.
Mark woke in the penthouse master suite wrapped in Egyptian cotton and self-satisfaction. He stretched, breathing in the scent of victory.
Chloe slept beside him, flawless in the early light. This—this—was the life he deserved.
Mine, he thought. All of it.
He showered, sang loudly, dressed with care. His reflection smiled back at him.
“You’re unstoppable,” he said. “A titan.”
Anna didn’t cross his mind. She belonged to yesterday—messy, inconvenient, erased.
He drove the company-leased Aston Martin DB11 aggressively through traffic, adrenaline feeding his ego. In the underground garage, he turned toward his usual space:
RESERVED — CEO
It was blocked.
An orange traffic cone sat dead center, a sign taped to it: MAINTENANCE.
“Idiots,” Mark muttered. “Do nothing right.”
He parked farther back and strode toward the private elevator—the one meant only for him. He lifted his black keycard.
BEEP. BEEP.
Red light.
ACCESS DENIED.
He tried again.
INVALID CARD.
“What now?” He kicked the wall. “I swear I’ll fire half this building.”
Forced into the public elevators, Mark entered the lobby—glass, steel, echoes of thousands of employees starting their day.
Normally, heads bowed.
Today, they whispered.
He slapped his card at the security gate.
DENIED.
“Move,” he snapped at the analyst behind him. “This thing’s broken.”
“Sir—”
“Do you know who I am?!” Mark shouted. “I’m the CEO!”
He tried to jump the barrier.
“Sir, step back.”
Three elite guards stepped in—vests, earpieces, unmoved.
“My card doesn’t work,” Mark barked. “Fix it.”
“It’s been disabled,” the officer replied calmly.
“Disabled? By who? I run this place!”
“You’ve been barred from entry, sir.”
“By whose authority?! Call the Board! Call IT!”
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