The storm that had been brewing in the boardroom finally erupted the moment the heavy oak doors of the West Wing study slammed shut behind us.
I whirled around, my heels clicking sharply against the dark marble. The anger that had been simmering inside me during the entire drive back to the estate boiled over. I threw my designer clutch onto the leather sofa, turning to face Soren as he slowly loosened his tie, his expression a mask of cold, unyielding authority.
"You crossed a line today, Soren," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and exhaustion. "Alexander is an architect. He’s an old friend who has nothing to do with your syndicate wars or your fragile ego. You had no right to threaten him or h****k his presentation."
Soren didn't yell. He slowly pulled the silk tie from h
