Inside the private suite, the atmosphere was thick with Sebastian's rage. He paced the room like a caged animal, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. Every few seconds, he snatched up his phone, stabbing at the screen with shaking hands, demanding explanations from every contact he could think of.
"How could this happen?" he barked into the receiver, his voice echoing off the marble walls. "How could the award go to Lucas Blackwood? I want answers—now!"
On the other end, all he got was vague stammering and hurried apologies. No one could give him what he wanted. With a furious growl, Sebastian hurled his phone across the room. It crashed against the wall, shattering into pieces, the sound sharp and final. He turned his glare on Vivienne, who stood by uncertainly, wringing her hands.
