Rhys’ POV
A soft, rhythmic tap cut through the silence as my fingers drummed against the large oak table. The sound was loud enough to irritate everyone in the room, which, of course, was the point. I leaned back in my chair, humming under my breath, letting the mix of glares and hushed murmurs of displeasure wash over me like fuel on fire.
I was in my family's multi-billion-dollar company's glass-structured boardroom, which was presently filled with shareholders, a few key staff members, and my father’s closest advisers, all of them looking at me with stiff faces, tight jaws, and that same mix of disgust and disbelief I’d come to know intimately as one always thrown my way. They sat like statues, trying to hide their irritation. Pathetic. It made my lips curl into a slow, amused smirk.
