On the screen, frozen in grainy detail, was the incriminating video that had landed in his possession a couple of days ago. It showed Ethan and Jackson—it was the video Alex had recorded.The weight of the evidence pressed down on him, the magnitude of its potential impact clear. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and leaned forward, replaying the video for what felt like the hundredth time. Every frame reinforced the power he held in his hands, but also the danger.A knock on the door broke his concentration. He quickly minimized the video and composed himself. "Come in," he called, his voice steady.The door opened, revealing his assistant, her expression concerned. "Is everything alright, sir? You’ve been in here for hours."He offered a reassuring smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Just working through some things. Thanks, but I’m fine."She nodded, hesitating for a moment before closing the door softly behind her. He was alone again, the weight of his thoughts set
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