Edward Osborn's Private Office – Osborn Mining and Resource Group HQ
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The holographic displays erupted with breaking news, each headline more shocking than the last:
"Breaking: Dmitri Sokolov Removed As Minerals Commission Chair!"
"Carmen Silva appointed as Interim Chair– Pledges 'Transparency Reforms'"
"Vostok Minerals Stock Plummets– Shareholders Demand Volkov's Resignation!"
Edward sat at his desk, fingers steepled under his chin, sharp blue eyes darting across the headlines. His assistant, Darius, stood rigid by the door, eagerly awaiting Edward's reaction.
"Well," Edward murmured, a slow smirk curling at the corners of his lips. "Cousin doesn't waste time, does he?"
Darius exhaled in admiration. "He just dismantled Volkov's entire political leverage in a matter of days."
Leaning back in his chair, Edward spun a tungsten drill bit between his fingers. "No. He didn't just dismantle it. He humiliated him."
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