Dominic
The Sterling Industries boardroom felt like a theater before opening night. Every crystal light fixture seemed to hold its breath. The mahogany table gleamed like polished armor, ready for battle. Around it, board members shifted in their leather chairs, tension drawing their spines straight.
Robert's face filled the wall screen, larger than life and twice as dangerous. His smile hadn't changed since I was a child - that same predatory curve that meant someone was about to bleed.
"As the quarterly projections clearly show," he gestured to charts with practiced authority, "Dominic's recent... emotional instability has become a liability. Stock prices down eighteen percent. Three major clients threatening to pull contracts. All because my nephew has chosen personal vendettas over
