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I stood at the grand ballroom's entrance, surveying the opulent room filled with Harrison Industry's elite. Crystal chandeliers refracted light, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished marble floor.
My grandparents, esteemed hosts, beamed with forced smiles as they congratulated Alexander Rylend, the newly elected president. The tension was palpable, like an electric current humming beneath the surface.
Their disappointment in me was evident, though unspoken. I knew they'd wanted me to win. Who wouldn't? Our family's legacy, our reputation - everything was at stake.
But I didn't lose graciously. Something gnawed at me, refusing to let go. The nagging feeling that something was off.
That's why I'd enlisted Nathan, the world-renowned detective. His expertise was unparalleled.
As we took our seats for dinner, the servants presented exquisite dishes. Conversation flowed like fine wine - polished, refined and calculated.
Alexander Rylend dominated the discussion, his triumphant grin now grating. My uncle and other CEOs hung on his every word, eager to curry favor.
My phone buzzed discreetly beneath the table. Nathan's message flashed on the screen:
"Christian, the house of cards is crumbling. Link attached. Evidence of voting irregularities. Review, may you win. -N"
A sly smirk spread across my face. Confidence surged through my veins. I knew I was right.
Glancing around, ensuring no prying eyes, I clicked the link. Documents loaded swiftly, revealing shocking proof. Ballot tampering, vote rigging - the truth stared back at me.
Apparently Alexander has blackmailed many board members to vote for him.
My eyes locked onto Alexander, his smile now a thinly veiled mockery. I clenched my jaw, containing the storm brewing within.
I nodded, pocketing my phone. The game had just begun.
Dinner was about to begin when Grandfather requested Alexander Rylend to address the room. Alexander's oily smile and self-assured demeanor reeked of insincerity. He started speaking, waxing poetic about justice, integrity and leadership.
I couldn't stomach it. A chuckle escaped my lips as he declared, "Justice will be served under my presidency."
Grandfather's stern voice interrupted, "Christian, why are you laughing? It's ill-mannered."
