When the conference room door was kicked open, everyone froze.
I looked up to see Damian Winslow standing in the doorway, lawyers and assistants behind him.
His gaze swept the room, finally landing on the handover agreement in front of me. His voice was low and icy.
"I'd like to see who dares force her to sign today," he said.
Aaron's face changed instantly.
He quickly rose to his feet, as if trying to salvage the situation.
"This is merely an internal company adjustment. No need to make a scene," he said.
Damian didn't even look at him, just raised a hand.
The assistant immediately projected the documents onto the screen.
The first was the initial capital the Winslow family had injected when the company was at its worst.
The second was the supplementary agreement for subsequent
