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“Thank you,” he says softly.

“For what?”

“For your support, your trust in me, and being my lucky charm—for being here and sharing this with me, for everything.” His eyes search mine. “Just... thank you.”

This kiss is different—slower, deeper, and full of promise. When we break apart, I’m dizzy with it.

“So,” he grins, “about that private celebration...”

I laugh and let him lead me away, my heart lighter than it’s been in weeks. Something tells me this is just the beginning.

Twenty-Six

Luke

The boardroom feels different today. Maybe it’s the morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, or maybe it’s the knowledge that everything is about to change. I sit beside my father at the head of the massive oak table, watching Marcus Davidson’s face as the board members file in.

He still thinks he has this in the bag. Still wearing that smug smile that makes me want to punch him.

“Shall we begin?” Dad’s voice carries the quiet authority that’s led Sterling Motors for three decades. “We have several itemson the agenda, but I believe we should start with the vote regarding leadership structure that has been proposed.”

Marcus leans forward, adjusting his Italian silk tie. “Excellent suggestion, Jim. Given recent... performance issues, I think it’s time for some fresh perspective at the helm.”

I catch Robert Chen’s eye across the table. He gives me the slightest nod.

“Before we vote,” William Hartley speaks up, “I’d like to address some concerns that have recently come to light.”

Marcus waves a dismissive hand. “We can discuss minor operational issues after—“

“These aren’t minor issues, Marcus.” Chen’s voice could freeze hell. “Would you like to explain the shell companies? Or shall we discuss the manufactured accidents at our plants?”

The change in Marcus’s expression is subtle, but I catch it—a tightening around the eyes, a slight clench of his jaw.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dad slides folders to each board member. “These documents suggest otherwise. Detailed records of systematic attempts to undermine Sterling Motors’ stability. Offshore accounts. Blackmail attempts against board members.”

“This is ridiculous.” Marcus stands, but I notice his hands trembling slightly. “These are clearly fabricated—“

“They’re authenticated,” William cuts in. “By three separate accounting firms.”

“And federal authorities,” I add, enjoying the way Marcus’s face pales.

“Now,” Dad continues calmly, “shall we proceed with the vote?”

The next few minutes are almost anticlimactic. One by one, each board member votes to maintain current leadership. Even Marcus’s most reliable allies turn against him, their expressions cold.

“This is impossible,” Marcus snarls when the last vote is cast. “You can’t—“

“The vote is unanimous,” Dad announces. “Sterling Motors’ leadership structure remains unchanged.”

Marcus slams his hands on the table. “Fine. Then I call in the loan. Full payment due immediately, as per our agreement.”

I’ve been waiting for this moment. Reaching into my briefcase, I withdraw a certified cashier’s check and slide it across the table.

“Payment in full,” I say quietly. “Including all interest and fees.”

He snatches up the check, eyes widening at the amount. “How—“

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