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    Hackett ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Enough about Dani—she’s irrelevant. Cedric is the real problem here.”


    The others murmured in agreement andunched into quiet deliberation.


    Bruno headed back to his newly acquired vi.


    By his side was histest conquest—a second-rate celebrity barely clinging to fame.


    She exuded a captivating, seductive energy.


    Just as Bruno was about to indulge, his phone buzzed.


    Irritated, he picked up. “This better be important!”


    His secretary’s frantic voice crackled through the line. “Mr. Deleon! We’ve had several major order cancetions tonight! You might need toe immediately!”


    Holding the woman close, Bruno scoffed. “So what? Thepany’s thriving, and our new game is about to drop. A few cancetions aren’t the end of the world. Stop overreacting.” And with that, he ended the call.


    Bruno’s secretary stared in horror at the crashing yer count for the new game, his anxiety mounting with each passing second.


    He didn’t dare call again, opting instead to flood Bruno’s inbox with updates.


    Bruno, too preupied, ignored his phone the entire night.


    The sleepless secretary watched the game’s numbers nosedive, a sinking sense of doom settling in.


    Five billion dors had been poured into this game.


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    It was supposed to be their gateway into the international market. But with such dismal engagement, they’d have to give it away for free just to get yers.


    The next morning, Bruno finally showed up at the office.


    A crowd had formed outside his office door.


    The tech, marketing, and PR teams were all clustered anxiously outside.


    “What the hell is this?” Bruno eyed his secretary’s exhausted face and sneered. “You look like the world’s ending. What’s with the long face?”


    Trembling, the secretary lifted his gaze to meet Bruno’s.


    Bruno’s smirk stiffened instantly, his expression hardening. “What the hell is going on?”


    His secretary trailed closely behind as they stepped into the office. The finance director anxiously extended thetest financial report, hands slightly trembling.


    Bruno’sposed demeanor shattered in an instant, morphing from detached disinterest to sheer disbelief, before twisting into unchecked rage. “What the hell did you just say? Repeat that!”


    The marketing director hesitated before stepping forward, his gaze averted. “Elite Lux’s gaming division has justunched a directpetitor to our title. Their visuals are crisper, their characters more dynamic, and the gamey offers a level of depth that yers find irresistible. And…”


    Lowering his voice even further, he added, “It’s absolutely free. yers can unlock every weapon and skin simply by progressing in the game. To make matters worse, every celebrity affiliated with Elite Lux is actively promoting it. In short, there’s no room left for us in the market.”


    Bruno’s temple throbbed, veins pulsing with fury.


    The marketing director took a cautious step back, his expression grim. The sales director quickly took his ce. “Mr. Deleon, thisunch has set off a domino effect. Our entire game portfolio is suffering—every single title is seeing a decline in sales!”


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