MAXWELL’s POV
The boardroom’s silence was heavier than usual. So heavy it pressed against my chest. I adjusted my tie for the fourth time, keeping my head lowered, trying to avoid the judgy glances being thrown across the long mahogany table.
The PR team sat on one end, whispering among themselves, and my investors on the other, all looking at me like I had just murdered someone.
Except I hadn’t.
I was being accused.
Of r**e.
My throat tightened. The third meeting this week over the same goddamn issue, and I could already feel my sanity slipping through my fingers.
Mr. White—one of my highest investors—cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “Mr. Lane, this case is getting wilder by the day, and I’m afraid the board is losing confidence in you.”
“I’m aware, sir,” I replied, forci
