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    Faces pale, eyes wide, they nced at one another—uncertain, rattled. Some looked like they wanted to speak, to exin, maybe even to beg.


    But Sadie was already gone.


    Silence followed in her wake. The assistants and secretaries exchanged uneasy looks, then hurried off with dread in their chests—racing to deliver the news to their superiors.


    Back in the CEO’s office, everything had been restored.


    The desk was spotless. The windows shone. The air felt crisp and cool.


    Tina followed Sadie in, her earlier sense of triumph dimming as unease crept in.


    Watching the panic in that meeting room had been satisfying—at first.


    But now, the weight of it all settled on her.


    She hesitated, then spoke. “Sadie… if those shareholders feel cornered, would they retaliate by dumping their shares?”


    It was a fair concern. Those longtime stakeholders had held influence for years. Their shares weren’t small.


    Sadie moved behind her desk, her expressionposed. She sat down and gave a quiet, steady smile.


    “That would only benefit us.” Her eyes caught the light—sharp, focused, unshaken.


    She was no longer the inexperienced woman she once had been.


    Without hesitation, she gave Tina clear instructions.


    “If any of those shareholders decide to sell their shares, we buy them. Immediately. Secure everything that bes avable.” Her voice was calm, but her meaning was absolute.


    It was better to eliminate instability swiftly—cleanly.


    The best way to protect thepany was to keep its ownership in her hands.


    Tina understood at once.


    This had been Sadie’s n all along.


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    She wasn’t reacting; she was moving with intention—seizing the moment to take back control of Wall Group entirely.


    Tina straightened, her earlier concerns reced with admiration. “Understood. I’ll get started right away.”


    She turned and left, her steps lighter than before.


    The door closed quietly behind her.


    Sadie walked to the sofa and sat down. From her handbag, she pulled out the small box Alex had handed her.


    Her fingers lingered on its edges, tracing the rough cardboard.


    Why had Alex shown up at the repair shop that day?


    The timing still felt too convenient. A flicker of unease stirred in her chest.


    She pushed it aside and opened the box.


    Insidey a worn phone—the one ine had struggled to repair.


    Sadie lifted it out. The cold ss brushed her thumb as she pressed the power button.


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