The boardroom went quiet the moment I pushed the door open.
Twenty faces turned. I recognized most of them—department heads, senior managers, people I'd worked alongside for four years. People who'd watched me run projects, close deals, hold this company together while Charles played politics and Mia played the darling.
Charles stood at the head of the table mid-sentence, markers on the whiteboard behind him. He took one look at me and then at the man stepping in behind me and didn't finish whatever he'd been saying.
I crossed to the near end of the table and set the folder down.
"I'm here to complete yesterday's business," I said. "The rights-termination agreement. You agreed to the notarization, Mr. Voss. Let's get it signed."
Something moved through the room. That specific tension
