The whole room fell silent instantly.
It wasn’t the stunned kind of silence that followed a bad joke or an awkward comment—it was sharp, brittle, the kind that cut into the skin and left everyone holding their breath.
The smile on Victor’s face vanished completely.
“What?” he asked, disbelief lacing his tone.
Mirena met his gaze without flinching. “Your position,” she repeated calmly. “If, no, when you lose, it belongs to me.”
For a split second, Victor just stared at her. Then he scoffed loudly, pushing his chair back an inch as if the words physically offended him.
“Are you listening to yourself?” he snapped.
One of the men at the table joined in. “Your demand is outrageous.”
Mirena leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms loosely. “It’s only outrageous when
