The boardroom of Royce International group was the kind of place where men believed power lived because it echoed when they spoke.
Twelve men and women sat around the long glass table. They were executives, legal advisors, and shareholders, each one handpicked and loyal to the man at the head of the table.
Reagan Royce.
It was his first day back and every single person in the room kept glancing at him like they were afraid he might disappear again if they blinked too long.
They had been told by the owner, his father, Stanton Royce, that he had been working with their partners in Italy for those two years, but there wasn't any major project there despite that. But they wouldn't dare question him.
He sat with his back straight, jacket off, and sleeves rolled just enough to reveal his Ro
