Oliver appeared before the cameras, his expression somber, a single tear slipping down his cheek. The footage of the press conference played on a silent screen inside the boardroom of Jones Corporation, where the board members watched with mixed emotions—grief for William’s tragic death, and a quiet reassurance in seeing Oliver stepping up in public.
As the screen faded to black, the door opened and Oliver entered the room. His black suit was sharp, yet his face bore the perfect balance of mourning and resolve.
“Oliver, you didn’t have to be here today,” one board member said gently. “We could’ve postponed the meeting.”
“Yes, truly. You have our deepest condolences. We heard about Emma as well. It’s devastating,” another added, his voice filled with concern.
“Why don’t you take a few d
