Kurtis POV
The family room was a battlefield waiting to erupt. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I sat at the head of the table, the folder of damning evidence in front of me, while Grant sat to my right, his jaw tight and his fists clenched. Lyra was standing by my side, her calm presence grounding me, her sharp eyes scanning the room like she was ready to pounce if anyone dared challenge me.
Dad sat at the other end of the table, his expression unreadable, his hands folded on the polished wood. My other siblings, their spouses, and a few key executives from Jameson Enterprises filled the remaining chairs. The room was full, but it felt suffocatingly small.
I cleared my throat, commanding attention. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. W
