Severed Ties
Dimitri's POV~
The air in Vakette’s boardroom was putrid and decay-heavy, the glossy mahogany table now scored and covered with report drafts that charted its corporate death. Fear seems to read my expression because it takes my arm and steers us over to a window with a commanding view of the Medicopathic offices in ruin.
I stood at the window, my collar crumpled in on itself and my suit jackets additive to a position I had barely clung to calling myself something as absurd as a co-CEO, and I looked out over the skyline of Seryne like I could stare the ruin away. Waylen Anderson, Natasha’s father, hovered behind me, his tailored coat a contrast to the room’s decay, his voice a whip cracking the silence. “You bled my company, Galden!” he bellowed, pounding the table with hi
