The words hung in the air like something fragile that had already shattered.
“You built everything with my money.”
For the first time since I’d walked into that gleaming office, the silence wasn’t just heavy—it was sharp. Cutting.
Steven flinched.
Not dramatically. Not loudly.
Just a small, involuntary reaction, like a man who had just been struck somewhere deep and …
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