The boardroom smelled of anxiety — a faint mix of cologne, coffee, and fear.
Jason could taste it the moment he walked in.
Every face around the glass table was familiar — investors, family, directors — yet today, none of them met his eyes.
The screens lining the walls flickered with numbers that bled red, quarterly losses that should never have existed under his watch.
He’d built this company to be untouchable.
And yet the vultures were circling.
“Let’s begin,” Jason said, his voice quiet enough to make them lean forward. “Someone tell me why I’m seeing this,” — he gestured at the red lines on the projection — “and why my name is trending in the press for a corruption inquiry.”
A low murmur rippled through the room. Amelia, his cousin and chief counsel, adjusted her glasses. “It’s
