The boardroom lingered in whispers, with several members trying to rationalize what they’d just witnessed.
"I'm sure someone’s playing a trick on Mr. Ferguson," one man muttered. "Even if he had those issues, he’d never rely on fraudulent sources. He has the money for the best, most discreet treatment."
Another agreed, “Yes, yes, exactly.” But Charles sat back with a smirk, clearly entertained.
James’s jaw clenched as he tried to shake off the embarrassment, steeling himself to continue. "Back to the presentation," he said, resuming as if nothing had happened.
The room’s silence finally lifted, and they returned their focus to the work, though James’s fury simmered just out of sight. As soon as the meeting ended, he was the first out of the room, striding swiftly down the hal
