Jasmine's POV
The boardroom smelled of polished wood, stale coffee, and tension so thick it pressed against my chest. I walked in, heels clicking against the marble floor, every eye on me. Their gazes were sharp, deliberate, loaded with expectation… and judgment.
"Jasmine," the chairman began, voice smooth but cold. "We need to discuss your position here at KnightCorp."
I swallowed, trying not to let my pulse betray my nerves. "I'm listening."
The room shifted. Murmurs came like sharp knives along the polished walls. I could feel the weight of it all… the unspoken accusation, the threat wrapped in civility.
"Step down," the chairman said, voice even but lethal, "or face public disgrace. KnightCorp cannot survive internal chaos. You understand the stakes."
I blinked. My stomach tightened. "Step down?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. "Just like that? After everything I have done?"
