The moment Lewis looked at Yenik, the air changed.
It felt like something heavy pressed down on my chest, like the room itself was holding its breath. No one spoke, yet that silence screamed louder than any shout ever could.
Lewis didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to.
His eyes were dark, calm, empty of mercy. The kind of gaze that peeled you open and laid every ugly thought bare. He wasn't just powerful he was dangerous in the quiet way. The kind of man who could end you and still walk away untouched.
His fingers tapped once against the armrest beside him.
Slow. Measured.
"Mr. Yenik," he said at last, voice low and even, "after what you did to Ms. Camilla last night, how do you plan to take responsibility?"
Yenik stiffened like prey caught under a spotlight.
