The meeting had gone longer than expected. Jack Knight sat back in his chair at the head of the polished glass table in Zenith Group’s conference room, his fingers drumming idly against the wood. The last few hours had been a blur of corporate decisions, market projections, and the usual barrage of reports. His mind, however, kept wandering back to Sarah, and the growing tension between them. He knew something was off with Nathan Bennett, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that the man was getting too close to her.
As soon as the meeting adjourned, Jack walked back to his office, the weight of responsibility never leaving his shoulders. Tyler, his loyal right-hand man, was already waiting for him. The man stood by the window, arms crossed, his usual stone-faced demeanor betraying nothing a
