Emilia’s Pov
The gentle clicks of my heels echoed, and the suffocating stench of a good variety of cologne threatened to choke me. I followed behind Don Adrian like a lost soul, one too scared to take the path of rebirth, clinging desperately to past pain and betrayals.
At the head of the table was his chair, empty and awaiting.
Without delay, he slumped into it. Carl Wooder stood to his right with a handful of files as the projector lit before them. I stood to his left like an attentive secretary. There wasn’t another seat.
“With the recent unfortunate events that happened, it is safe to say the position of Dante Voss can’t be vacant forever. The company needs to move forward; hence, a new CEO has been appointed,” Carl Wooder announced, and the board members glanced at each other.
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