The executive floor felt like a war zone no one dared cross.
It had been almost two weeks since the disastrous fallout of the missing report, two weeks since Nicholas had reduced Clara to ashes in front of Veronica and the senior team. Though Mato had swooped in with a saved copy, salvaging the deal, the emotional damage had already been done. Nicholas’s anger had left the walls trembling. The glass partitions and sleek offices still carried the echo of slammed doors, sharp words, and the lingering scent of fear.
No secretary wanted to work with him again.
The last two hadn’t even lasted seventy-two hours. One left in tears after Nicholas shredded a presentation draft for being “sloppy,” the other resigned after being humiliated in front of a full board. Word had spread across Wolfe Ent
