Talia stepped into the small café, her steps deliberately quiet and her eyes sweeping each corner for potential eavesdroppers. The décor was humble,with warm walls and chipped wooden tables, a world away from the gilded halls she was used to. Celeste herself was stationed by a window in a plain blouse that did nothing to hide the tension underneath. Fading sunlight licked across Celeste's face, exposing the worried look in her eyes.

They shared only pleasantries. Talia's ever-calm manner seemed laced with trepidation as she slid into a chair opoposite Celeste. The quiet of the place amplified every soft action, from the clink of coffee mugs to the slip of Celeste's sleeve. They met each other's eyes, a quiet challenge neither was really ready to get to the bottom of. “Um,” Talia cleared her throat,her voice coming out in a near whisper. “I can't keep propping up my father's schemes,” she began, her fingers twisting a napkin. “I've witnessed the way he plays the board, the way he manipulates Caspian to his doom. And I figured out you're not the threat he says you are."

Celeste leaned within earshot, body tensed with distrustful curiosity.She recalled Soren's chilly looks and Talia's coolness, but she was not sure if this was a set-up or a heartfelt regret. Talia went on, casting glances at the door whenever someone approached. “Soren's never satisfied,but I located something on his laptop, an encrypted file. I'm confident that it is able to attest to his corruption." We would need a dexterous hand to decrypt it,and that's dangerous. "If Soren suspects me, I will lose everything I have."

Silence pulsed between them. Celeste felt her heart pound. She weighed Talia's sincerity against possible repercussions. "If I heIp you," Celeste said softly,"you'll anger your father. Are you ready for that?" Talia's eyes sparkled with resolve. "I only ask one favour. Protect me from his revenge if it doesn't work out. My loyalty dilutes, but I cannot do this alone."

They fell into a deep silence, the room thick with unsaid fears. After a beat,Celeste reached her hand across the table. "Then we do this together,”she said softly. A tenuous alliance ignited between the two→born out of desperation and the smallest glimmer of overthrowing Soren's reign over the Hayes empire. Talia nodded, knowing that by forging this bond, they risked unearthing secrets that would destroy both of them. Outside, a muted hush cloaked the streets, mirroring the brittle trust they now had for one another and the unknown.

Caspian entered the vast conference hall, shoulders back, though a throbbing headache foretold another sleepless night. Rows of grim-faced board members gaped from behind bulky portfolios, everyone ready for the bombshell they knew was coming. The representative from the rival corporation, a smooth-talking dichotomy of self-assured smile and arrogant posture, had taken place at the head of the table.

"We are sorry to announce our plan to take you over against your will,"the rival said, voice bouncing around the silence. “Given Mr. Hayes's instability and unresolvable personal conflicts, we believe the company needs trustworthy stewardship." A wave of murmurs moved through the room,heightening the tension. Caspian's heart raced but his face remnained neutral.

Celeste sat against the wall, the scene unfolding before her with a sense of increasing horror. When Caspian's hand shook slightly,it was an omen of the growing pressure. The rival made a formal statement, laying out rumours of Caspian's betrayal as if it were fact, and her own chest had tightened. The board's eye darted between Caspian and the rival,uncertain who to believe.

As the last words drifted away, an older director rasped his throat, lined face full of concern."You have forty-eight hours, Caspian," he said in a

low tone, regret bleeding into his voice. “Failing to stabilize this crisis could leave the board with no choice but to vote you out." Gasped out,stifled, around the table. The rival smirked, studying the terrain like a challenge,and sidestepped with measured arrogance.

Caspian swallowed, his temples pulsing. “I will deal with it," he responded, voice tight. But internally, panic battled anger. At the close of the meeting, he pushed through onlookers murmuring about him, ignoring Celeste's effort to grab his arm. He would not let her pity or, worse,sympathy be seen. A swirl of shame was about to shatter him.

He barricaded himself that afternoon in his private office, blinds drawn.Assistants knocked on and on, but no response came. Celeste stood in the doorway, her voice shaking when she called his name. No response.Hours passed, the stifling silence shattering her resolve. She recalled that near-kiss, the moment of intimacy that evoked old tenderness. Now,he cut her out completely, the weight of an empire balanced on his shoulders.

Night came, and the building's lights dimmed. Behind that sealed offce,Caspian looked at dark windows and tuned out the phone's buzzing.Given an ultimatum with his turmoil, he resolved to figure this out or die trying. He consistently declined to allow the Hayes legacy to be undone by outsiders. Rage lit a fire of determination despite doubt picking at the corners of his mind. If he collapsed now, everything he treasured would be taken from him.

Roman picked a dark corner of an out-of-the-way hotel lounge away from the piercing eye of the paparazzi. He was tall, with a wiry frame trained by years of manual labour at his flower shop. His features were carved with tension tonight. He held a folder of documents revealing Soren's underhanded dealings, each sheet thick with the ink of scandal. He was drinking black coffee, and his eyes flicked to the entrance.

Moments later. Talia walked in, back rigid under an unbuttoned jacket,hair swept back to hide her discomfort. She settled in the seat across from Roman, the dim light of a solitary lamp providing glimpses of uncertainty in her gaze. For a heartbeat, both were silent. Their alliance was tenuous at best, spun from Celeste's well-being and Caspian's uncertain future.

Roman broke the silence. “I know Soren's really coming into his own,"he whispered. “He's got undisclosed accounts, clandestine transfers,everything leading up to a larger scheme." Talia pressed her lips together,thinking of the encrypted file on his laptop. She recalled the conversation with Celeste and the oath she had taken to help expose Soren's scheming."He's gearing up for a meltdown,” she admitted. "I caught glimpses of him liquidating assets as if he's getting ready to torch the empire if he loses control."

They shared tentative glances. Roman tapped the folder. “Celeste can't fight alone.Caspian's entangled, and Soren's taking advantage of it. If we want them safe, we need to take action." Talia inhaled, annoyance flaring at Roman's straightforward tone, but she had to concede his logic felt right.

"Agreed," she said.“But we cannot afford for Soren to learn of our involvement too early."

Their eyes connected, a beat of reluctant camaraderie. Each sensed the others' fear and yet persisted out of loyalty to the same cause. Roman slid across a photocopy of dubious wire transfers, lips pursed.“This is about just the tip of it," he said. Talia studied the page, heart racing. The sums were staggering, the recipients obscure.

Footsteps drew near, and they froze. A waiter came and dropped two glasses of water. They exhaled in relief. Roman leaned in closer, voice low.“If he's inatending to burn down the earth, we need to cut him off before it's too late." Talia's expression hardened. She decided to save her cousin,

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