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    Then came a younger man, flustered and breathless, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Ms. Hudson, Mr. Ramos is stuck in traffic,” he said quickly. “He’ll be veryte and sends his apologies.”


    One after another, the excuses came. “Urgent matters.” “Unexpected dys.” All carefully worded. All seemingly reasonable.


    But no one in the room was fooled. This was a deliberate move—a coordinated absence orchestrated by the cunning shareholders.


    Sadie’s lips lifted into a faint smile, one that held no kindness.


    She nced over the group, her gaze calm and cold.


    Just as she thought. They were testing her, trying to remind her of their power. As if she were still the naive girl from three years ago—eager to please, easy to sway. Pathetic!


    Sadie said nothing. The silence stretched.


    The shareholders’ secretaries and assistants exchanged uneasy nces, each one more guarded than thest. The tension in the air was stifling.


    No one dared to lift their gaze. They kept their heads down, avoiding the woman at the head of the table—young,posed, and unmistakably in control. Even the air conditioning seemed to have dropped a dozen degrees.


    Tina, standing to the side, was visibly seething.


    “These shareholders have some nerve,” she snapped. “Ms. Hudson has been absent for just half a month, and they act like they’re about tounch their ownpanies.”


    The wordsnded like a blow.


    A few assistants flinched. Faces went pale. Still, no one spoke.


    Sweat glistened on more than one forehead.


    Sadie raised a hand, signaling Tina to stop. Then, without rushing, she rose to her feet.


    “You may leave.”


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    There was no argument. The assistants and secretaries turned and filed out, their steps quick, their relief almost visible.


    But before they reached the door, Sadie’s voice rang out again—calm and emotionless.


    “Tina, make a list of the names who didn’t show up today. There’s no need to notify them next time.” It wasn’t a threat. It was final.


    And just like that, she stepped out of the room. The sound of her heels echoed against the polished floor—measured and resolute. Tina remained behind, a slow smile forming on her lips.


    Sadie didn’t need to raise her voice or throw usations.


    One move—and she’d pushed the dead weight to the margins.


    Those shareholders had just been cut off from Wall Group.


    Outside the conference room, the assistants and secretaries froze in ce. They’d heard Sadie. Every word. Panic swept across their faces.


    Their feet stayed rooted to the floor, as if the weight of her words had frozen them in ce.


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