The Vosstech boardroom perched on the tower's apex, a glass-walled aerie overlooking La Défense's steel forest, where holographic projections danced with quarterly metrics.
Julian sat at the table's core, suit impeccable but eyes shadowed, the weight of succession pressing. The air hummed with tension.
The vote came swift. An unanimous retention as CEO, interim but ironclad, Victor's will's shadow looming over probate.
Cheers were muted, handshakes firm, Vivian's nod appraising. "Steady the ship, Julian. Father's legacy demands it."
Relief washed him, but the afterglow soured on the legal brief.
R Corporation's rejection stamp emblazoned on the joint proposal Eleanor had co-signed.
Mutual Resilience Alliance: Rejected. No rationale, no counter. Just a slammed door from the shadow
