Chapter 9 - Whispers In The Executive Lounge
Rumors about Ivan’s sudden meteoric rise spread through the Sterling & Vance offices like wildfire. Employees whispered in the corridors, speculating whether the mysterious new advisor was a distant relative, a secret investor, or something much more intimate.
Marcus Vance stood by the executive lounge coffee machine, glaring daggers at Ivan as he walked past with a stack of encrypted audit reports. “Enjoy your little corporate fairy tale while it lasts, ex-janitor,” Marcus hissed loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
Ivan stopped in his tracks, turning slowly to face Marcus with absolute composure. “Fairy tales usually end with the villain getting banished from the kingdom, Marcus,” Ivan replied smoothly, earning quiet chuckles from a couple of junior vice presidents.
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Marcus’s face contorted with rage, stepping forward as if he wanted to throw a physical punch right there in the lounge. Before he could make a move, two corporate security guards stepped out from the hallway shadows, blocking his path completely.
“Is there a problem here, Mr. Vance?” one of the guards asked, his hand resting casually near his belt. Marcus glared at Ivan with pure hatred, realizing that the playing field had shifted entirely out of his control.
