Voss.
Not Thorn.
Never Thorn.
Julian’s world tilted.
Because he knew that name.
Everyone did.
Aurora Group was the invisible force behind half the companies in that room.
Including his.
He stepped forward.
Forcing a smile.
Trying to recover.
“Elara—” he began.
She didn’t look at him.
Didn’t even slow down.
She walked past him.
As if he were a stranger.
As if he were irrelevant.
The cameras turned.
The crowd shifted.
Power had entered the room.
And it wasn’t him.
“Ms. Voss,” one of the board members said eagerly, stepping forward, “it’s an honor. We’ve been trying to secure a meeting for months—”
“You’ll have one,” she replied calmly.
Her voice was soft.
But it carried.
“After I finish here.”
Julian followed her.
Desperate now.
“Elara,” he said again, louder.
This time—
She stopped.
Slowly.
Turned.
And looked at him.
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