The heavy oak door had barely clicked shut behind Damien before the suffocating silence of the boardroom fractured into absolute chaos.
"What the hell was that, Elias?" Victor’s voice didn't just command the room; it demanded blood. He slammed his heavy hand onto the obsidian table, a sound like a gunshot echoing off the glass walls. He stood up, his massive frame casting a long shadow over his son. "That wasn't a corporate negotiation.
That was a public execution, and you were holding the rope for him!"
"He knew things, Elias," Sophia interjected, her fingers flying across her tablet as she pulled up internal security logs. Her voice was sharp, clinical, and laced with panic. "The specific regulatory loopholes he cited regarding the harbor silt—those weren't in the public filing. Thos
