Chapter 64

The morning light poured in through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the polished wood of the conference table. But the calm outside contrasted sharply with the chaos inside my head. Marcus was dead. It hadn’t even been 24 hours, and yet the world felt utterly different. The press had been quick to pounce on the news—his sudden collapse at a dinner, the whisper of poison in the air. The details were still unclear, but I knew that nothing about Marcus' death was truly accidental. It was strange. The man I had watched for years—feared, admired, and detested—was gone. And the company, once under his ruthless grip, was now mine again. The shift of power was almost palpable, as if the entire corporate world was holding its breath, waiting for me to step back into the role I’d left behind.