The conference room was already occupied when Reign arrived.
Charles sat calmly at the head of the table in a tailored grey suit. Everything about him looked neat, confident, and professional, like someone who belonged in charge of the room. Elvis lounged beside him with his phone in hand and his usual bored expression while several senior staff members filled the remaining seats.
Reign plastered on a bright smile. “Good morning, everyone. Uncle Charles.”
Charles smiled warmly. “Good morning, Reign.”
The others greeted her politely while Elvis merely grunted without looking up.
No surprise there. Reign rolled her eyes.
A few minutes later, the client arrived.
Mr. Walker
He was a man in his fifties, with sharp eyes set under slightly sagging lids and an even sharper suit. He looked
