The studio lights were soft and warm—deliberately intimate, like a fireside chat rather than a formal interview. The set had been arranged to mimic a cozy sitting room, with no corporate branding in sight. Just neutral colors, a vase of white roses, and a single navy-blue armchair.
Sebastian Hale sat in that chair.
He looked effortless, as always—tailored in a gray blazer over a black turtleneck, polished but not stiff. The air of the billion-dollar CEO was still there, but today, it took a backseat to the man who had something to say.
The interviewer, Candice Rae—an old media ally—sat across from him, her tone warm but curious.
“You’ve been quiet for a long time, Sebastian,” she began. “And now you’re here. Why now?”
He leaned back slightly, his fingers loosely clasped. “Because sile
