Within the internal hierarchy of Zenith Media, power was a fluid, often treacherous thing. Harrison Hayes held the title of EVP, but in the shadow-play of corporate governance, titles were often secondary to proximity. Sloane, as the lead secretary to the board, carried the direct mandate of the Family Office. In the eyes of the staff, she was the walking shadow of the Chairman himself.
Sloane did not spare a single glance for Harrison Hayes. The air of authority he had spent the last hour cultivating seemed to evaporate as she walked past him, her heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor. She stopped directly in front of Liam, her expression shifting from professional coldness to deep, unshakeable reverence.
Then, she bowed—a deep, formal gesture that sent a shockwave through t
