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The morning sun had barely pierced through the heavy curtains of Baron Stucker's office when he summoned his closest ministers and the infamous Leonard Shake to an emergency meeting. The air in the room was thick with tension, heavy as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Baron sat at the head of the long mahogany table, fingers drumming impatiently against the surface, his face calm but with an undertone of steely intent.
"Gentlemen," he began, voice cold and calculated, "we have a situation. Horace Donovan has decided to play the role of a criminal in the eyes of the world. He believes he can manipulate the narrative, threaten me, and my grandson, all in one move. But we will not allow it."
The ministers exchanged glances, some nodding, others hesitant, sensing the volatility in Baron's tone. Leonard leaned forward, sharp eyes gleaming as if he thrived on the chaos. "What exactly are we doing, Baron? Are we going public?"
