Chapter 15 - The Final Cut
The harsh fluorescent lights of the underground boardroom hummed with a steady, oppressive frequency that seemed to vibrate inside Arthur’s skull. He looked down at the bright red scissors resting in Lily’s small hands, the sharp metal blades catching the artificial light and casting a cold, metallic gleam across her young face.
The silence in the room was absolute. Thomas Vance leaned back in his executive chair, his scarred face twisted into a mask of confident expectation, waiting for the predictable stroke of a pen that would seal the corporate dynasty for another generation. Clara and Martha watched with cold, analytical detachment, their posture rigid and unyielding.
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Arthur slowly reached out. Instead of picking up the pen to sign the asset transfer document, his fingers closed gently over the handles of the red scissors, pulling them smoothly out of Lily’s grasp.
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