In a penthouse overlooking the city's northern skyline, Mason Grant, the CEO of Meridian Crown, stared at the glowing notification on his smartphone, his face darkening to a dangerous shade of crimson. A half-finished glass of whiskey sat forgotten on his desk.
'Mandatory? Eight in the morning?' He gripped the phone until his knuckles turned white. 'I have been navigating the corporate labyrinths of this city for ten years. I was finalizing mergers while this boy was still learning how to tie his own shoes.' The phrase "resignations are expected" burned in his mind like an insult.
To Mason, Jake Rivers was just a social media fluke who had stumbled into a fortune. Arrogance was one thing, but this was a direct challenge to the masters of the game. He tossed the phone onto the leather blotter with a snort. "Fine, boy. You want a meeting? You'll get one. Let's see how long that spine of yours holds up when the adults start talking."
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