The boardroom was colder than Sophie expected. Not in temperature, but in the atmosphere.
The room was built in marble, with glass walls from floor to ceiling. A long polished brown table was at the center of the room, with about twelve leather chairs around it.
Ethan entered last. He didn’t rush. He didn’t walk in like he was tense or afraid. He simply walked in as if the room belonged to him — because it actually did.
Sophie stayed one step behind him. She hadn’t wanted to come. But when he told her, “If they’re questioning Lily, you deserve to hear it yourself,” something inside her refused to stay back at home.
The murmurs stopped as Ethan and Sophie entered the boardroom. Eyes shifted, evaluated and calculated.
At the far end of the table sat Camille, sitting composed, elegant a
