The room was silent except for James' heavy breathing. The board member didn't flinch. Instead, he calmly straightened his glasses and spoke, his tone measured yet firm.
"With all due respect Mr James," the man began, "what I was trying to say earlier… is that almost a days ago, a transfer of twenty percent shares was made. But not to you."
James froze, his expression hardening. "What are you talking about?"
The board member continued, steady despite the rising tension. "That twenty percent was transferred to someone else. We don't know much about him, only that he's listed as 'Mr. B.' That's the name on the file. Twenty percent, confirmed. Which means, James, there is no extra twenty percent floating around for you to claim. None."
At that moment Murmurs rippled across the boardroom, shocked faces turning toward James.
