The boardroom no longer felt like a place of power. It felt like a battlefield and Ross Carter was losing. As almost all the board members left,the tension in the room had shifted from controlled concern to something far worse—panic, barely restrained beneath forced professionalism. Papers were scattered across the polished table. Phones buzzed relentlessly while assistants moved in and out like shadows, whispering updates that only made things worse.
Ross stood at the head of the table, his posture rigid, his jaw locked so tightly it ached.
“Update,” he demanded.
One of the analysts swallowed before speaking.
“Sir… as of the last hour, Thorne’s acquisition team has secured majority shares.”
There was silence. Not the shocked kind but the kind that confirmed what everyone already fear
