Sage’s POV
I’ve seen Mark Arthur handle billion-dollar investors without blinking. I’ve seen him walk out of board meetings with his head high, even when everything was on fire behind the scenes.
But I’d never seen him like this.
Nervous.
Tense. Filled with rage
Like a man walking to the guillotine.
The press conference was already packed by the time we got there. Cameramen jostled for position, reporters yelled over one another, and security barely held them back. The second Mark’s face appeared on the screen behind the podium, the room erupted.
He looked devastating in his tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, no tie — which was rare for him. The slight stubble on his jaw made him look more dangerous than polished, but I knew he hadn’t slept properly in two days. Maybe more.
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