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“It is,” another investor mutters. “What you sent us–this is… significant.” 

Significant. 

interesting choice of word for a series of scandals they ignored for years., i fold my hands on the table.” Everything I sent is factual. Documented. Verified.” a murmur passes thro 

someone clears his throat. “We didn’t realize the… full extent.““You rea 

room. 

gh.” My voice stays even. you just chose not to look closely.“silence spreads like a slow infection,.Ma….nally exhales. “We need to discuss how to proceed with Dylan.” 

This is the moment. 

The one I’ve been constructing so carefully. 

” 

I slide the last packet of evidence across the table.they reach for it like men reaching toward a fire terrified but unable to look away. 

inside is the final set of documents:testimonies, dates the complaint file about the underage girl the legal consultation note Dylan tried to bury the financial discrepancies from paying off people to stay silent. 

as they read the air thickens until it feels like the oxygen is being sucked out of the room., 

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“its worse than we thought, “one whispers. “It’s unmanageable,” another adds. “It’s a PR disaster waiting to explode.” 

My lips twitch. “Already exploding. Just slowly enough for you to pretend it wasn’t happening.” a few pairs of eyes snap toward me offended but none deny it. 

i lean back letting the chair creak a little.“You wanted him because you saw profit. Prestige. A name that made noise.” 

Someone winces. 

“And maybe that worked for a while,” I continue. “But now? Now all you’ve got is a man who creates the kind of chaos that stains anything connected to him.” 

Martin rubs his temples. “Our brands are already taking hits.” 

“Your brands,” I repeat softly, “are tied to a man who leaves scandals behind like breadcrumbs.” 

A quiet beat passes. I let it linger. then deliberately calmly i deliver the line that will push them where they need to go: 

“if you truly enjoy cleaning up after Dylan’s endless scandals…“i pause letting their discomfort twist.“…then by all means keep him. You’ll be sweeping up after him for years.” 

The room snaps. Not physically.Emotionally. Anger rises. Frustration breaks. Years of exhaustion spill out in heated voices overlapping each other. 

“This is unsustainable.” 

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“He’s a liability.” 

“we cant keep justifying this.” 

“he will take all of us down with him.” 

“I’m done.” 

“Me too.” 

Martin slams his palm on the table the sound sharp enough to silence the clenched teeth. “Call him.” a younger investor fumbles for his phone.his steady watching everything i built unfold with perfect synchronization. 

“thats it,” he says through 

ke as he dials. i sit still pulse 

The phone clicks. Dylan answers, his voice loud enough to echo through the speaker. “What’s going on? Is the meeting starting without-” “You’re done,” Martin interrupts. His tone is ice. “Effective immediately.” 

A stunned silence.Then Dylan’s voice spikes. “Excuse me?” “You’re fired,” another investor states. “Your actions have become liabilities we are no longer willing to support.” 

“You can’t-“The youngest investor cuts him off. “We already did.” A beat of silence. 

Then the line goes dead. no one speaks for several seconds., the weight of the moment settles. 

Final.Irreversible.i rise from my seat collecting my folder. ” thank you for your time.” 

Martin swallows. “Aiden… you planned this.” 

“Yes.” i meet his gaze evenly. “because you wouldnt.” 

no one stops me as i walk to the door. 

no one tries to soften the impact. 

No one argues. 

they know im right. i step into the hallway the tension dissolving behind me like fog burned away by sunlight.the glass door shuts with a clean click. and just like that— Dylan’s support system collapses. 

Not with an explosion.Not with a scandalous headline.But with the quiet, precise unraveling I designed.he is finished.trapped under the weight of his own actions. and as i stride toward the elevator a slow controlled breath fills my lungs a breath that tastes like victory. 

this wasnt just a win.it was a dismantling.A correction.A consequence long overdue. the elevator doors slide open and i step inside.Dylan may keep screaming into the void but it wont matter anymore. 

his world just fell apart. 

and i didnt even have to raise my voice.