Page 87 of Alien War Daddy's Got Rizz
“Ms. Greenfield?” comes a voice. “Security’s requesting clearance to access your network nodes. They said it was pre-approved by new executive leadership.”
New.
Executive.
Leadership.
It hits me like a slow-motion train.
I’ve already lost.
The takeover wasn’t a threat. It was a fuckingconclusion.
My permissions will vanish by the hour. My access will shrink until I’m just a face on a shareholder card. A minor note in someone else’s history.
I press the comm button with a shaking hand.
“Tell them… I’m not available.”
“But—”
“Tell them.”
The silence that follows is full of pity.
I curl tighter against the desk, the breath knocked out of me from nothing at all.
I remember being a kid.
Sneaking into Dad’s office.
Sitting in his chair when no one was looking, pretending to give orders, pretending I understood what his diagrams meant, what the tech did.
He used to laugh. Call me his little CEO.
And now?
Now his company’s gone.
Sold.
Sliced.
Rerouted through legal maneuvering and corporate sabotage and my own goddamn inexperience.
There’s no fix.
No loop to close.
I hear myself whisper the words before I even realize they’ve formed.
“It’s gone.”
And I meaneverything.
Not just the name on the building. Not just the control over projects or initiatives or direction.
My father’s legacy.
