Poisoned Justice

Don's POV.

The office was its usual chaos, phones ringing, papers scattered, and assistants darting in and out of the room like they were being chased. I was leaning over my desk, reviewing the quarterly reports, my focus entirely on the numbers in front of me. The air conditioning hummed low, the only steady thing in a room full of moving parts.

“Sir,” Hayes, my PA, called out, his voice tight.

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