*The rhythmic clack of polished leather shoes echoed through the sleek halls of Wolfe Industries, each step carrying the weight of confidence and defiance. Adrian Wolfe didn’t just own the place—he commanded it. Dressed in a charcoal-gray suit that fit like a second skin, the top two buttons of his shirt undone just enough to tease, he walked with the casual arrogance of a man who knew he was untouchable.
He swung open the glass doors to the executive boardroom, barely glancing at the sea*
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