"Then we move first," he said simply. "Tonight. Not tomorrow."
Vivian looked at him.
Something shifted in her expression, not surprise exactly, but the quiet reassessment of someone watching a major shareholder operate in real time and adjusting her understanding of what that actually meant.
Until now, Stan had carried himself with such calm restraint that it was easy to forget the scale of authority he actually possessed. But moments like this revealed it clearly. He did not hesitate. Did not wait for committee approval or lengthy deliberation.
He saw value.
So he moved.
Vivian lowered her eyes back to the tablet in her hands and immediately added another note.
Across the arena, Lily Reeves's pen moved once again.
The evening had barely begun.
Meanwhile, Stan casually glanced toward Xenia beside him, only to realize she had been staring at him this entire time.
