THE VOTE THAT BREAKS THE CROWN
Calla’s POV
There’s something eerily hollow about a room full of the powerful when they’re finally afraid.
The boardroom was silent, glassy, sterile, choked with the stench of old money and secrets. Sunlight filtered through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across a table where bloodless men had once carved up empires like meat. Now, those same men were clutching their cufflinks and sipping water with trembling hands.
And at the head of the table stood Dorian.
Poised. Calculated. Terrifying.
His voice still hung in the air like poison. “As the rightful holder of ten percent equity in Bell Enterprises, I motion for a vote of no confidence in Calla Monroe’s appointment as interim heir and acting director.”
I stared at him, pulse thundering
