He took what was mine. Now I’ll take everything.

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Alexander's POV

Business was stable. Too stable.

The kind of predictable rhythm that lulls lesser men into a false sense of security. It made others lazy, made them reckless. But not me. I thrived in control, in predictability, in order. My company was running like a well-oiled machine, each department humming in tune, every number exactly where it should be.

But silence.

Silence never really meant peace.

It meant something was coming.

The office was empty, dark except for the soft golden wash of my desk lamp. I stayed late. Not

because I had deadlines but because I didn't want...