“Every empire has cracks. We’re about to find out how deep ours go.”
The mahogany-paneled boardroom inside Sinclair Media Headquarters had never felt more suffocating. Even with the towering glass windows letting in morning light, there was a weight in the air, the kind that came before tectonic shifts.
Celeste sat at the long table in a navy-blue suit dress, posture poised but unyielding. Beside her, Damien remained silent, hands folded, eyes sweeping across the twelve board members seated before them. His expression was unreadable. Almost surgical.
They had called this emergency meeting less than twelve hours after receiving the footage of Morgan. Celeste hadn’t slept. She didn’t look like she needed to.
“Thank you for coming in on short notice,” she began, voice even but firm.
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