XANDER
I slammed the boardroom doors open, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as I strode in. Thirty-two heads turned at once, eyes wide, startled by my sudden entrance.
“Calling a board meeting behind my back?” I said through clenched teeth. “That’s not just disrespectful—it’s an outright insult.” My gaze swept across the room before settling on the one man I wanted to throttle.
Logan.
The newest addition to the company. The snake.
“You’ve been here for what—five days?” I sneered. “You don’t get to make these kinds of calls.”
Logan didn’t blink. He leaned forward in his seat, folding his hands neatly on the table like he owned the place. “I may be new,” he said, calm and collected, “but I’m officially part of the board. When things are going wrong in the company, i
