That morning did not feel like an ordinary morning.
The sky was clear, the sun rose arrogantly, yet beneath that calmness, something was waiting to explode.
On the top floor of the city center building, the conference room belonging to Adrian Blackwood was filled with an invisible, icy aura.
Everyone sat neatly.
The investors.
The board of directors.
Limited media invited specifically.
And in the middle of it all.
Sophia stood in an elegant black dress.
Her gaze was calm.
Yet inside.
It was filled with calculations.
Today.
Was not merely a business meeting.
This.
Was the day of reckoning.
"Thank you all for coming," Sophia's voice flowed softly, yet firmly.
She glanced toward the large screen behind her.
One small movement.
And the screen lit up.
Data appeared.
Numbers.
Graphs.
Legal documents.
All arranged neatly.
But not enough to shock anyone yet.
Not yet.
At the side of the room.
Ethan Cole sat with a relaxed expression.
His smile was thin.
