The morning sun over Solaria Bay offered no relief from the emotional frost settling across the resort's top floor. If anything Jen's reserve had hardened overnight into an unyielding wall of professional detachment.
When Thomas entered the executive suite at eight o'clock, he was met not with anger or tears, but with cold, flawless efficiency. Jen answered his corporate inquiries with crisp, monosyllabic brevity, kept her eyes locked onto her monitors, and maintained a deliberate two-meter distance whenever she delivered physical documents to his desk. She treated the six-foot-three Chairman of Bolduc Dynamics like nothing more than an employer- a brutal punishment that left Thomas feeling utterly hollow inside.
Exploiting the growing rift, Ellen Vance-Sterling seized every opportunity
