The room was too quiet for comfort.
The walls of Knight Industries’ executive boardroom gleamed with glass and power—polished to perfection, sterile as a weapon. Tracy sat at the far end of the long mahogany table beside Alex, her posture straight but her pulse erratic. Every instinct screamed that something was wrong.
This meeting wasn’t supposed to feel like an ambush.
Liam entered first—confident, his shoulders squared, the faintest trace of relief on his face. He’d been the one feeding them information from within Carter’s circle, the one who insisted this was the moment to expose the financial sabotage. Alex trusted him—or wanted to. Tracy, though, couldn’t shake the twist in her gut.
Across from her, Alex’s expression was carved from stone. The powerful CEO mask was back in place
