The boardroom of Sinclair Enterprises exuded cold precision, glass, steel, and decades of ruthless business etched into every surface. It had seen titans rise and fall. And today, it was primed for another bloodbath.
The atmosphere was suffocating. The top executives, legal counsels, shareholders, and advisors all sat like vultures around the imposing oval table, their gazes fixed on Damien Sinclair with simmering hostility. They had waited patiently for him to falter. Now, emboldened by weeks of negative press, they were circling.
But Damien wasn’t alone. Celeste Laurent sat beside him, not as the woman scorned by the media, not as the actress they wanted to reduce to a cautionary tale, but as his equal. As a power in her own right.
She wore a tailored black dress that matched the seve
