Chapter Ten
Tristan's POV
“Where are we on the growth projections for the next quarter?” I say, settling into the chair at the head of the long mahogany table.
The boardroom door clicks shut behind me and the projector hums to life, casting its cold blue light across the faces of my twelve department heads.
They sit straighter at once, laptops open, notepads ready. The faint scent of fresh coffee hangs in the air but does nothing to hide the tension. Good. A little fear keeps everyone sharp.
Cartwright, head of strategy, clears his throat and clicks the remote. “Mr. Hale, we are looking at a solid twenty-two percent increase if we secure the major infrastructure contract. The rival firms are bidding aggressively on this one. Their proposals undercut us by nearly nineteen percent on
