Henry Everhart walked in. His presence alone controlled everything in the room.
There was total silence all over the hall as he made his way to the stage. He was accompanied by two men, Nathan and Marcus, his two eldest sons. They were in their crisp suits, they kept their expressions normal.
One thing I noticed about Caine, unlike the rest of them, he wore a mask.
The rest of the Everhart family stood unmasked before their guests.
I glanced at Caine, but his posture was stiff, unmoving. If he was affected by it, he wouldn’t show it.
Henry reached the podium, placing his hands firmly on either side. The room, already quiet, seemed to shrink under the weight of his presence. When he spoke, his voice was smooth yet commanding, wrapping around each syllable like a man used to being list
