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The Truth
(Carlos) I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I unbuttoned my suit. I was tired from the events of the day. I had managed to put the members of the board back in their place and I was sure that I wouldn’t be getting any more questions from them in a while. I had also managed to set my plan in motion as Miles had been offered a job in the Brighton group just as I wanted. I am going to bring Mark Brighton to his knees. The Brightons and the Marcellos had been rivals for as long as I remember. It all started when my father founded the company years ago. Ashton Brighton, the former CEO of the Brighton group approached my father with a business deal. He offered to work together with my father in a contract they had both been awarded; construction of bridges in some remote areas. My fath
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