The boardroom was quiet again. Still. Too still.
It wasn’t silence in the peaceful sense, but in the way a storm settles just before it strikes. Everyone in the room had seen the email. The tension it left behind hung heavy, like a veil that no one wanted to lift.
But then Damian stood.
His chair scraped against the floor with a sharp screech, and the sound alone snapped every head in his direction. Rhea didn’t move. She stared down at the table, heart pounding against her ribs like it was trying to break out.
He hadn’t looked at her. Not once. Not even after Naomi’s pointed comment. He stood still, tall, and calm in that unnerving way only he could master. Then his voice rang through the room.
“There will be no investigation,” he said.
Everyone froze.
“I’ve seen the sender trail. T
