Riley’s POV
“What?” Ethan’s voice rises sharply, cutting straight through the heavy air in the boardroom. “What do you mean *let’s move to signing*, Riley?”
He pushes back from his chair so hard it scrapes loudly against the floor. He lifts his palm like he wants to slam it down on the table and make everyone listen. But he doesn’t. He stops himself at the last second.
I notice it.
His eyes flick briefly to the three men sitting across the table. Cane. Gunnar. Caden. They haven’t moved. They haven’t said a word. But they are watching him closely, and Ethan knows it. He knows better than to explode in front of them.
I don’t respond to his outburst.
I calmly gather my tablet, my phone, and the folder in front of me. My movements are slow and deliberate.
I don’t rush. I don’t look at
