Maxwell's POV
The air in my office was thick with tension. The moment my secretary walked in, his usually composed demeanor faltered, and I knew something was wrong.
"Sir…" His voice wavered as he fidgeted with the file in his hand. "The deal—"
"Out with it," I snapped, my patience already thinning.
He swallowed hard. "We lost the merger to Wellington Industries."
Silence.
For a moment, the weight of his words didn't register. Lost? That was impossible. I have never lost, not before and not now.
Every move and every negotiation had been executed with surgical precision. The board had practically handed the deal to me on a silver platter.
Yet someone had managed to take it right from under my nose.
A slow, simmering rage coiled inside me. My grip tightened aroun
