Chapter 56: Zane's POV
The conference room doors slid open and I walked in.
Black suit. Tailored perfectly. The kind that made me look like a Brooklyn CEO, not a hockey player. Nothing about my appearance today said athlete. Everything said untouchable.
Twelve board members sat around the massive glass table, every pair of eyes turning toward me as I entered.
Every pair except one.
My father's gaze was fixed on the enormous screen mounted on the wall, displaying real-time stock numbers. The Mercer Company ticker scrolled across the bottom, and even from here I could see it.
Down six percent.
I smiled. Not at the number itself, but at the performance my father was putting on. He was breaking inside—I could see it in the way his thumb pressed hard into his palm, the way his jaw was cl
