POV: Darius
The Wolfe HQ conference room was silent except for the faint sound of the air conditioning. I sat at the head of the long polished table, hands folded, eyes sharp. This was my territory, my fortress, and everyone in the room knew it.
To my left sat James Forrester, the chairman of Crispan Group who had tried to backstab me.
He looked older than the last time I saw him—lines deeper on his face with his shoulders slightly slumped. His lawyers sat beside him, shifting papers, avoiding my eyes.
On my right, my own legal team sat still and confident. Caleb stood behind me, watchful with an envelope in his hand.
“You asked for a meeting, James,” I said smoothly, my voice filling the space. “Let’s hear what you have to say.”
James cleared his throat, forcing a smile that didn’
