Lana’s POV
The morning sun filtered through the wide glass walls of Tide Holdings’ boardroom, scattering light across the polished mahogany table. The senior executives were already seated, murmuring in low voices about market trends, land surveys, and possible expansions. I slid into my chair with my notepad, forcing my mind to focus. The day had begun with a sense of weight, as if decisions made here would ripple beyond numbers and balance sheets.
Mr. Gerald, like Tide Holdings’ CEO he was, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. His voice was calm, measured, yet carried an authority that commanded silence.
“We have a pressing matter today,” he began, folding his hands over the stack of files before him. “The Dark Wails Pack is faltering. Their influence is diminishing, and weak
