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Chapter 1 - THE MOP AND THE BILLIONAIREI gripped the mop. The silence in the ballroom was thick, broken only by Victor’s smug chuckles. I didn't look at him. I looked at Emma, who was staring at me with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. I knew what she was thinking: Why is Dad doing this? I started mopping, my movements slow and deliberate. I had spent years building an empire, and I knew how to handle a mess—whether it was a logistics breakdown or a pompous developer.

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