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The finality of Yamada Fujii's offer hung in the air, a peace treaty signed with the ink of betrayal. "I will have the paperwork for the shares sent to you by the end of the day, Paige," he said, his voice a model of calm efficiency. The deal was struck. The alliance was sealed.
It was in this moment of transition that Reomen's sharp eyes, ever scanning his environment for threats and advantages, caught a flicker of movement at the boardroom door. Leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his impeccably tailored suit, was Kenji Soma. He had been watching, a silent, predatory ghost in his own domain. A slow, familiar smirk touched Reomen's lips.
