After the media left, the conference room fell into pin-drop silence. Though no words were spoken, tension clung to the air like smoke.
Subtle glances darted between board members, uneasy and watchful, as though the storm had passed but the debris remained.
Aaron sat stiffly in his chair, jaw clenched tight. His eyes drifted to Vera,noting that her gaze was still glued to Davis unwavering, felt his blood boil, rage rising in his chest. His embers of jealousy stoked into a full blaze.
But with the members of the Board surrounding him, there was no better option than to swallow the bitter pill.
Davis, ever composed, the air around him calm, his face expressionless shifted slightly in his seat.
Then, without looking away, he asked quietly, "Uncle, do you still think I'm just here to oust you from your seat?" His voice is calm but piercing.
Desmond leaned back, taking in a deep, slow breath. He exhaled deliberately before responding, his voice steady.
