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Dreadhorse Chapter 21
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**Predator’s Dilemma**
Galien always saw the world as a battlefield. That was the lesson he’d learned while growing up amidst the sharks—lawyers, CEOs, politicians—predatory people who ate the weak and flattered the powerful. He’d watched his own mother gut rivals with a cold smile and his father build his empire on whispered threats and deals behind closed doors. Nobody got ahead by being nice. There were only abusers and victims; the clever hunted, the naive were hunted. Every boardroom was an arena, every gala a chance to let needles slip between ribs—metaphorically, for now.
Now, as the youngest VP at Orna & Druun Biotech, Galien wore his superiority like a coat of armor. He hid the truth: he was here not just because of competence, but because his uncle had opened doors and closed other people’s careers with a word. Galien talked, people listened—or pretended to. But he never heard anyone else. Why bother? People lied, and he was already writing mental strategies to outmaneuver them before their lips stopped moving.
It was in those marble hallways, shadowed by backstabbing colleagues and fawning junior staffers, that he met Iris. Not a threat: just one of the transparent, pretty assistants grouped around executives, whispering about newsletters or coffee orders. She was new and dazzling, and she didn’t know better. When their worlds collided—he demanding an urgent file, she bravely refusing to break protocol—Galien’s tried-and-true aggression backfired.
“I can’t help you until you sign for it, sir,” she said, steady and kind. “We have rules for a reason.” Those foolish rules. Galien felt his familiar frustration build, the urge to crush her, and yet for the first time he saw not prey, but a person standing her ground. Not acting out of fear, but with inner certainty. He didn’t know what to do with that.
They clashed again and again, irritation giving way to fascination. Unlike anyone else in the company, she didn’t angle for favor or cower before his pedigree. She listened—really listened, even when he fumbled his thoughts. Over coffee one fraught meeting, Iris said gently, “You know, you don’t have to step on everyone to reach your goals. People will help if you let them.”
He laughed it off, but the seed was planted. For the first time in his life, he wondered: Was there a way forward that wasn’t zero-sum? Was dependency always weakness, or could it be—at times—strength?
Weeks later, as rumors of corporate sabotage spread, the illusion of safety shattered. In the mirrored glass of the executive gym, one of his old mentors appeared—Kantor, eyes icy with contempt.
“Galien,” he smiled with predatory malice. “I see you’ve gone soft. Remind me: is it better to eat first, or be eaten?”
Galien stood up, the old instincts warring with newfound doubt. The boardroom politics, the lessons of Iris—all collided in his chest.
Kantor stepped closer. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten everything we taught you.”
Galien met his gaze, unsure whether to fight or to speak. “Maybe there’s another way,” he said quietly.
Kantor’s hand darted toward his sleeve.
Which world would Galien choose?
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