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Four hours.

It had been four hours of reports, counterarguments, and accusations dressed as concerns. Four hours of navigating a battlefield where every word was a weapon and every silence could be mistaken for surrender. 

And yet, my report wasn’t over. 

Because unlike the others—who only had their designated sectors to oversee—I had more responsibilities. More to answer for. More to protect. 

After Grandfather, I held the highest authority in this company. My decisions shaped its future. My failures could shake its foundation. And in a family like mine, failures weren’t tolerated. They were devoured. 

I glance around the room. My father, Namjoon’s father, and Jisoo’s father all sit with their backs straight, their expressions composed but watchful. Namjoon, ever the diplomat, remains neutral, his hands folded neatly on the table. Jisoo, however—he watches me with barely concealed satisfaction, still clinging to the idea that he can bring me down. 

He won’t. 

But he isn’t the only one I have to deal with. 

"Taehyung," Grandfather’s voice cuts through the silence. "You still have more to report." 

I incline my head. "Yes." 

Unlike the others, I don’t just handle a department. I oversee everything—operations, international ventures, crisis management. While they had finished their parts in this meeting, I still had a list of responsibilities that extended beyond their reach. 

And yet, this meeting wasn’t just about business anymore. 

Not entirely. 

The tension in the room had shifted hours ago, turning into something else. A test. A warning. A reminder that my position, despite its strength, was never untouchable. 

Because I wasn’t just a CEO. I was also a grandson. A son. A name that carried weight, expectations, and, most importantly—consequences. 

Jisoo leans back in his chair, feigning casual curiosity. "With everything on your plate, I wonder… isn't it too much, even for you?" 

His words are light, but their meaning is clear. 

You’re overburdened. You’re slipping. You’re not as untouchable as you think. 

I don’t react immediately. Instead, I let the silence stretch, watching the flicker of anticipation in his gaze. He wants me to argue. To get defensive. To show weakness. 

I won’t. 

Instead, I exhale slowly, leaning forward slightly. "If I couldn't handle it, I wouldn’t be here." 

A simple truth. One he doesn’t like. 

Grandfather watches the exchange but doesn’t interfere. He never does—not unless it’s necessary. 

And right now, it isn’t. 

Because despite the accusations, despite the attempts to undermine me, I wasn’t going anywhere. 

The weight of this name, this family, this company—I had carried it for years. I would continue to carry it. 

And no matter how much they tried to push me out, I wasn’t leaving. 

Because unlike them— 

I had something to protect. 

And I wouldn’t lose.  

The study door clicks shut, sealing me inside. 

One by one, they left—Namjoon, Jisoo, my father, my uncle. Dismissed with a wave of his hand, their presence no longer required. But not me.