Braelyn's POV
A new company was truly targeting Volkov Apex. It sounded absurd… but no one in that room was laughing.
Raphael stood at the head of the table, fingers braced lightly against the polished surface of the table. He stood straight with a terrifyingly calm expression not like a man whose world was about to crumble.
"This isn't a market fluctuation," he continued evenly. "but a calculated attack." A quiet chill crept up my spine.
"Just this morning," he said, tapping a remote. The screen behind him lit up with charts and red downward arrows. "Two major contracts were pulled from under us at the final stage of negotiation."
A murmur rippled through the room. Disbelief was evident on everyone's face. Even Lucien had a subtle frown, as if he was just learning of this. He was probably secretly proud of his work.
